Night in at Tiananmens - A Swathe of Bums Lyrics

I gave the shirt off my back
And guided your hands
Pulled you from the ground
And built the floors on which you stand
Cradled, sleeping babe
The worms have ate you whole
The Lord hath turned away
And strung a noose for your soul
While I'm living out a fantasy
Of you choking on the fallacies
I never thought I'd ever see
Rage bloom with such velocity
Reveling in the tragedy
Solace is now a certainty
I'm living out the fantasy
Watching you crawling on your fucking knees

Greet God
With face
Let him
Behold
His work
In shame
Open wide
Catch his blade

Why must it be this way when devotion
Is a path to strife?
Take it, make it, break it
Now left upon your fucking knees
Now crawl back
Down to the fucking plane of rats
Coat the walls
In grey and red

Greet God
With face
Let him behold
His work in shame
Open wide to catch his blade

Greet God
With face
Let him behold
His work in shame
Open wide to catch his phallic blade