Today might be the day when I'lI be going home

Saw a warning in a cloud shape, read a promise in a poem

Cold behind the curtain, I do not disobey

But if love is just a white lie, I lose everything today

There's a serpent in the ocean, and it can never die

There's a fever in the people, taking eye for eye

My suitcase on the fire, everything I own

They'll be playing the percussion with my bo-bo-bones

Straight to the museum with my backpack of stones

Fertilizing roses with my bo-bo-bones

I'm leaving with a black eye and landing with a rose

The clothes that I'll be wearing are now the ones I chose

Down among the people you shouldn't tell a lie

We're hiding from the thunderbolt that may come from the sky

There's a serpent in the ocean, and it can never die

There's a fever in the people, taking eye for eye

My suitcase on the fire, everything I own

They'll be playing the percussion with my bo-bo-bones

Straight to the museum with my backpack of stones

Fertilizing roses with my bo-bo-bones

This could be the rapture, they said this could be the end

I can't find community, I can't even find a friend

There's a Trojan medicine carried in the blood

If this is not the firestorm then this must be the flood

There's a serpent in the ocean, and it can never die

There's a fever in the people, taking eye for eye

My suitcase on the fire, everything I own

They'll be playing the percussion with my bo-bo-bones

Straight to the museum with my backpack of stones

Fertilizing roses with my bo-bo-bones