And the word is out, the word is out, it's all around,
you never loved me
Bring the armies, the townsfolk, the countrymen,
let's all have a vote
And the nation is hungry for answers that
you never gave
All your brothers are running away from
terrible dreams

I have lived my last, and breathed my last, and wept my last
under the old moon
And the blood of the oranges, the nectarines, the citrus
we shared
And the people are waiting on porches for your
naked voice
All the demons are standing around
waiting to pounce

Oh, the seed
Oh, of joy
Is lost