We see through a glass darkly
Says the man with a bloodied stump
Snow drifts from Revelation
And blessed God hewed figurines
So drink up your buttered rum
And stiffen your white tab collar
God speaks a double edged blade
And drips your blood on His altar
Best to sneak out the back door
Lift your jacket over your neck
And eye the next corner girl
Flick her a smoke and ham sandwich
For she too danced on Patmos
With the Four Horsemen and a dwarf
Snakes it out from her bustline
Sells the Word for a buck nineteen
And that is all you will need
A smoke, ham sandwich, and some snow
And a girl who’ll take the lead
Revelation on the down low
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