I met the King of Ethiopia atop a double decker bus this morning bright and early speaking with his hands he severed heads wearing the uniformed from of
Na Buachaillí Dána a speech impediment he inherited from a childhood trauma and through the open window wide a little Moth came floating through this inebriated angel brought forth news of you I've made a wish into a tenth century well I've made a wish into a tenth century well that the hunger would be nourished have it's fill and be fed and we could step out liberated from a subterfuge of lead silly words come spilling from the spout dockleaf dockleaf take the sting of the nettle out she spits tobacco whisps from her upper class lower lip while me happy as Lazarus back from the dead lying on the bed picking the grey hairs from his curly head playing Snakes and Ladders on your body snakes and Ladders on your body its becoming a hobby God she's listening in the lobby as we play snakes and ladders on your blessed body. Placing my hand atop your breastplate the murmuration of your heart sends a shock through your silken skin the sizzling surf comes rolling in and the reason for me being here has been buried in your garden but I'm on the mitch from the tyranny of the self for one night only and in your medieval arms I think of nothing except Bethleham our immaculate conception and the ritualistic nature of it all as we play Snakes and ladders on your body snakes and ladders on your body its becoming a hobbie God she's listening in the lobby the fool forgiven of the folly in the simple act of saying sorry Snakes and ladders on your body snakes and ladders on your body it's becoming a hobby God she's listening in the lobby as we play snakes and ladders on your blessed body then in a feckless reckless act I succumbed and wept into your chest the moon her faced plastered in makeup watches a tear trickle down your nipple the past is but a faulty memory and there are worse things than dying a death kid listen here come the gregorian chanting listen here come the ringing of the bells if you see the King of Ethiopia tell him I was asking for him I hear he's lost his faith in public transport I hear he's found himself a new direction he's down below stood head to toe in ceremonial clothes on the Garvaghy road holding a sign which reads you can't fight the flow the man is hitchhiking towards heaven as we play Snakes and Ladders on your body snakes and Ladders on your body its becoming a hobby God she's listening in the lobby as we play snakes and ladders on your blessed body.
Make a wish for me
At the tenth century well
At the tenth century well
At the tenth century well