The sun is high, and the moon is low
Dear Prudence, will you be out tomorrow?
For the prunes are as hard as gold
I cannot eat these, for they will rot
And this is the most meaningful song to me
The wrecking of the birds
Slamming their heads into prudent trees
How sad is life when life is sad itself?
And Jesus burned the cross years ago
When he heard Lazarus sing,
And oh did he sing a mighty song
About the birds, the bees, and war
And I\'m beginning to think
The table in my house can\'t stand
For the windows are broken, and my eyes are shut
And the newborn baby is crying
Which lake do I have to drown in
To avoid the chaos?
And the streets of London are filled with hate
And there is madness on every land
I stand upon;
And the barbarian\'s nature is to kill the innocent
Raise up the dead and let us see justice
My heart is broken from the shattered glass
Alas, alas, the shadow\'s bound
Oh Lazarus may your soul be weary
A castle\'s gold is made of prunes
And tomorrow we will make prune jam
Out of rotten hope
And behold the shadows of the heart, will they ever fade?
For society is a pigeonhole in retrospect;
Where are the flowers that presume the Bible?
For Lazarus is a body raised from the dead
And onto the bed of life,
God raise these flowers to be in retrospect
For retrospect is what we need right now
For love is a pillar of warnings
And fasting is a way to protect the rage;
Rage, rage on my dear Lazarus
For you are a little boy in retrospect
Embrace the flowers that brought you here
Let the last of the last remain...