Lyrics

I grew up in a town, dancin' on the alabaster Some days I'd burn it down if I could buy the gasoline The streets are filled, day in and out with little monsters That's life I guess when every day is Halloween I know the darkness' real face I know the preacher's real face I know the shining light rally through the alabaster And walk back over the mountain I went without a mask, dancin' on the alabaster People crowded 'round, they thought that it was quite obscene How dare you show your dirty face around these streets When we all stand here so polished bright and clean? I know the demon's real face, nothin' I know the toad's real face I know the prison face shining like the alabaster That walked over the mountain Left out of town that day, dancin' on the alabaster Barefoot I travelled, barefoot I arrived I tore the fields down, down to earth and rubbled plaster Laid my bones out, breathed out a sigh And I crawled through the leaves I crawled through the leaves I found a place shining like the alabaster That walked over the mountain I know the darkness' face I know the preacher's face I know the toad's real face, face, face I know the preacher's face I know the puppeteer's face I know the profiteer's face I know the graveyard's face, face, face I know the cemetery's face I know the graveyard's face I know the graveyard's face I know the real real face, face, face I know the president's face I know my father's face I know my father's face I know my father's face Every day they look more and more like me Every day they look more and more like me Every day, every day Every day they look more and more like me
Writer(s): James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Charles Michael Parks, Allan Barret Van Cleave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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