See the low fires burning at the Feast of St John See the heroes returning, all but one And I'll be with you brother if good fortune allows ‘Cause all that was east is west of me now
And oh don't go down when you're lit on by sorrow Oh don't take that shit on
Oh, oh like birds of bad weather Oh, oh here they come Oh, oh may they all fall together Oh monsters begone
Hope we won't have to wait ‘round forever
See a man of good standing Pushed to the ground And his lover attending and her arms all around And her anger, and her ire, and her blood raging full Muster, muster to the depths of your soul
And oh don't go drowning when they drag you down in the hollow Oh don't take their shit on
And oh, oh let them circle, let them hover Oh, oh here they come And oh, oh they all deserve one another Oh monsters begone
I was all boogie boogie till you came along
Oh, oh like birds of bad weather Oh, oh here they come Oh, oh may they all fall together Oh monsters begone
We should have seen it coming
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