-tabbed by Mike Wojciechowski
D A Bm D
he who casts the stone can't ever do so on his own
D A
it takes a crowd to drown a witch
D A Bm D
so he said to us when he wriggled free and got the gun from me
D A
standing before us, his cracking voice rising in pitch
D A G D
and then the blood that's been spilling from his eyes
D A
soaks through the bandages that are wrapped around his face
D A G D
and just before, he walks backwards through the wall
D A
he pivots forty five degrees to face us all
D A
and he says, let him who has eyes to see
D G
take a good look at me
D A D
i'm a mylar sheet hanging in the sun
Claude Rains in all his glory
was not arrayed like these
who have come to walk before us
rising from their knees
fighting back against their captors
calling down the curse
like this man whose substance is malleable
screaming out chapter and verse
and then the blood that's been spilling from his eyes
soaks through the bandages that are wrapped around his face
and just before, he walks backwards through the wall
he pivots forty five degrees to face us all
and he says, let him who has eyes to see
take a good look at me
i'm a mylar sheet hanging in the sun