born in sheeps blood plain and simple   washed out of my mothers temple   all around i heard them laughing   as father sheep had stood there calving   black they were with white eyes gleaming   right in leaven life was seeming   brittle wind blew snow upon me   i got blanketed all white and frosty   in my time i grew and killed them   or out of memory i willed them   and willed in a greater history   out of massacre and mystery   was no longer wealthy, wholly   nor anything i could grasp fully   someone rush to re-inject me   gods of gods wont you protect me?   fixed my face and marching onward   marching running ever forward   buildings were a bloody vessel   edging me below the trestle   there in coal and whitened gravel   i built a shield of wooden baffle   inside of which i raised a fire   so i could tonight retire   everyone will tell you its evil to be   a free-thinking pecker like bonny old me   but ill flex my armies and blow out my gut   and prove ill be loved by any old slut   look here in my wallet, its loaded and true   and now we can leave here   and go and find you