[Verse 1]
Like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings
With the echoing hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it
Like a fox to a burrow, like an eagle to an aerie
And my god, it's getting hard to even hum a single thing

[Chorus]
Cause you were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again

[Verse 2]
See, my birds of a kind, they more and more are looking like
Centurions than any little messiah
And as I prune my feathers like leaves from a vine
I find that we have fewer and fewer in kind, but

[Verse 3]
My palms and fingers still reek of gasoline
From throwing fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream
Purifying the holy rock to melt the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief, no it don't bring me nothing that

[Chorus]
You were the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the fire would bring
But I can't shake this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into your side again
And again and again
[Bridge]
When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

When he comes a-knocking at my door
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in from the north
What am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord