Tell My Story

Bound by the ground, struck to the floor The prisoner capsizes, then rises once more Tooth knocked aside, eyes smiling wide The torture he fought here with humour defied The sentence swung down by judges of men Who decreed that with speed his survival must end This man they had framed for witchcraft and war Invoked but a joke and would offer no more Softer than fur, faster than light She creeps to the keep up the tower in the night Dark splits apart, appears he there This sage in a cage as she sinks to despair 'My lover' she cries, 'Oh healer of men, These bars scar the stars of our fortunes again' His hand on her heart, his voice in her ear The silence it slows, he stills her fear Says... One day when they're tellin' my story, don't cry Mastered attention, stare to nowhere He chants in a trance between mischief and prayer The journalist come, his tale now to tell This scribe for the tribe who would say what would sell Determined to reap the secret he keep In surges he urges the captive to speak His questions returned with silent tableau A single reply, explaining slow That... One day when you're tellin' my story, don't lie Bet high, get high, step off the set high Try to forget why, fuck it if you die Listen to grow son, no need to glow none Only a showman fools with a faux gun Rhythm, role tide Freedom, fold pride Step on your weapon and share what you stare upon Mortal adventure drawn to a close Unmade by the blade for the life that he chose Regal he stride, rockin' he stroll Bowed to the crowd here to watch his head roll The axeman come near, a portrait of fear Asks through the mask to his final words hear His soul to the sun, his grin to the grave He closes his eyes a sainted slave He says... One day if they're tellin' my story, I won't die Higher story, borne of revenge Tie on, don't cry, don't drown Now you're loose inside of a rather big town With no end and no side to hold Time in a space Fate in a mould