One Step

Saint Jean-de-Luz and his plastic harpoon

Swallows paranoia with a glass of water

Then he dons his red boots, blind allegiance too

To the man who will lead him to the slaughter

Cause we’re all just one step short of heaven

And we’re all just one step short of hell

The trials we keep bring a tear to my cheek

For I know them oh so well

We’re all just one step short of heaven

Angelina the wise, full of truth full of lies

Spinning webs of silver line to those who listen

And they’ll take her advice, for she seems very nice

From the comfort of your modern television

Cause we’re all just one step short of heaven

And we’re all just one step short of hell

The trials we keep bring a tear to my cheek

For I know them oh so well

We’re all just one step short of heaven

Forty links in a chain

Meant to rotate the brain

That sits on the shoulders of ambition

See the world once was young

Now its set to be hung

As we all sit pointing fingers in tradition