White Flag Blues

Somewhere in the guarded heart of some committed men
The aging violin's soliciting again
Debating and they're waiting for a signal to begin
They're ushering in on the dawning of him

And it's a wonder that they're even still including him in
How many of them are never heard by them?

There might fall deep inside their heart
But my soul keeps it from coming out

Sooner, maybe later, there's a rumble in the gut
An echo in the dark, the preface of love
No matter how long it takes to fossilate up
Moss has got a white flag flying, open it up

Passed through the first gate of your heart
A little grease in the palm of your gun
They tricked your horse into being a cunt

And though you'd swear that you'll always be
You'd see the seed of eternity
Is only seen by a lightbulb rolling naked into the sun

Don't give up on your stiff-necked heart