Boy Cried Wolf

Oh, the story's told been told, retold From the secret scriptures to the tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisper From the soul of gold to the belly of a boy Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian And he turned his head, let the arrows fly In the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves And the boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf In the ancient mold where they're dancing down Calling to the moon but it don't answer And they fell on their knees Passed the bowl around And the blood, the blood, the sacramental blood And the boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf I am the body, I am the stream I am the wake of everything They bring me flowers that are myself Garlands of blood that are myself Slain the lamb that is myself A praying for the lamb that is himself Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian And he turned his head, let the arrows fly In the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves And the boy cried wolf Wolf don't come Wolf within Boy cried wolf I don't care I don't mind I don't know I don't know Torn reborn the cries of our dismay Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind The kings are lifted up and kings are thrown Lost, received, retrieved the human tide Innocence had its day Innocence had its day Innocence Innocence