By 10,000 Maniacs, For whom the bells toll
When sentenced to die
The stuttering rifles
Will
By 10,000 Maniacs, Like a weasel in the clover
You tilt, toss, pop, turn
By 10,000 Maniacs, There were women holding rosaries
On the day Manolete died
Teenage girls
By 10,000 Maniacs, There was light and atomic fission
Swelling wind, rising ash, tide
By 10,000 Maniacs, Imitate that soured old song
There is no individuality
Only guises
Shades of
By 10,000 Maniacs, Greta's cedar hope chest
Is full of pamphlets
Glass shelves of romantic
By 10,000 Maniacs, She borders the pavement, flanks avenues
Parades pass white glove attended
By 10,000 Maniacs, Honor salute and speak
To the corner standing flag
Do you remember
By 10,000 Maniacs, Lineage closed
Dissolved in it?s birth
Tragedy
Prelude a balance
Is a synergy of
By 10,000 Maniacs, In the cruel garrison of affection
If worth of lore is
By 10,000 Maniacs, Science is truth for life
Watch religion fall obsolete
Science will be
By 10,000 Maniacs, Frail hinges pivot on
A cases door, commemorative
Souvenirs from places
Containers change,
By 10,000 Maniacs, Bent double like old beggars in sacks
Knock kneed and cursing
