Oh the story's told been told retold From the sacred scriptures to the
tabloids All the fuss and fight none above a whisperThe soul of gold the
belly of a boy
Well they drew him from the forestLike they draw
bloodTied him to a tree like St. Sebastian And he turned his head and let
the arrows fly Through the trees, the trees The ornamental
leaves
Boy cried wolfWolf don't comeWolf withinBoy cried wolf In the
ancient mold they're dancing down Calling to the moon but it don't
answer And they fell on their knees and passed the bowl aroundAnd the
blood the blood the sacramental blood
Boy cried wolf Wolf don't
come Wolf within Boy cried wolf
I am the body I am the stream I
am the wake of everything They bring me flowers that are myself Garlands
of blood that are myself Slain the lamb that is himself
Torn reborn
the cries of our dismay Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind Kings
are lifted up and kings are thrown
Lost received retrieved The human
tide
Innocence had its dayInnocence had its dayInnocence innocence