Vermillion Plaza - Deastro, Mux Mool

I can see that smiling bag full of green boys young and tall

The sons of men make guns out of sticks that fall

I will be powerless

I’ll be a worm that tills the ground

Before I laugh again before I listen to that sound

And will you beat our drum cause God is on our side?

Will you be my son?

Because all of mine have died

On this cold, unholy night

I’ve cleansed my heathen ties

Forgotten what I was

Forgotten why I cried

A mother warms her chest with the flags of all mankind

She is waiting for peace she is waiting for children to be born

While Jesus wrecks his mind with whisky and Cain’s revenge

But the trees are all calling

The fields are rejoicing for our return

Cormac McCartney waves a flag of flapping skin

To hide his darkest fears and find a way back home

The green knight says to him in my advancing years

I know they’ll be an end to all these palindromes

Ideas they inspire

A perfect vision

And a secret fire

I say it’s a new way!