and i know that you have an awfully big   wound in your stomach   and i wish, my dear brother,   i could be god a minute      but god, i trace your guts   and wear them as a beauty mark   tear tassle ogre heart   smolten ore from molten rock   tear tassle ogre heart   smooth wounds from willow bark   tear tassle ogre heart   god dreamt you in the dark      and isis sits by the doorway   she says   "hurry up, please, it's time"   jug jug to dirty ears   round your swords, my cavaliers   beat your breast and choke your tears   this young war will war for years   and though he can't account for it   and though you said you'd die for it   we will die for it, dear brother   we will die for it, dear brother      and i know that you have an awfully big wound   and i wish, i wish      tear tassle ogre heart   smolten ore from molten rock   tear tassle ogre heart   smooth wounds from willow bark   tear tassle ogre heart   god dreamt you in the dark      i dreamt of the fallow field   as the cities grew fatter with fear   general polpot dreamt of mao's career   said let's start at your zero   let's make it a very good year   and the cities were left with their red embers burning   as they tore off your glasses   and imprisoned you for questioning   in the fallow fields they built   your shallow graves attesting   to the power of those loathsome legions   and covered in a mausoleum      tear tassle ogre heart   smolten ore for molten rock   tear tassle ogre heart   smooth wounds from willow bark   tear tassle ogre heart   god dreamt you in the dark