Alabaster (Live)

I grew up in a town

Dancing on the alabaster

Somedays 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 doctor's real face

I know the preacher's real face

I've seen the shining light rally through the alabaster

And walk back over the mountain

I went without a mask

Dancing on the alabaster

The 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've seen the demon's real face, nothing

I've seen the toad's real face

I've seen the prisoned face, shining like the alabaster

That walked over the mountain

Left out of town that day

Dancing on the alabaster

Barefoot I travelled, barefoot I arrived

I tore the fields down

Down to earth and rubbled plaster

Layed 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

Where I crawl through the leaves

I've seen the snake's real face

I've seen the puppeteer's face

I know that shining light, calls me back to alabaster

But I lost sight of the mountain

I lost sight of the mountain

I know the doctor's face

I know the preacher's face

I know the demon's face

I know the toad's real face

I know the prisoner's face

I know the snake's real face

I know the puppeteer's face

I know the privateer's face

I know the churchyard's face

I know the graveyard's face

I know the president's face

I know my father's face

I know my father's face

Every day, they look more and more like me