With a burning candle
A book of holy things
Theyll throw you up against the wall
Bind your hands with string
Caught in the sudden shower
Our host of heavenly kings
Theyre all victims of circumstance
Of ancient bells that bring
All the fear in the world, naked and shy
Down upon our heads, with no reason why
And though voices may holler
For all theyre worth
The rabbits have fled their burrows
Gone to earth
