With a burning candle

A book of holy things

They'll throw you up against the wall

Bind your hands with string

Caught in the sudden shower

Our host of heavenly kings

They're all victims of circumstance

Of ancient bells that bring

All the fear in the world, naked and shy

Down upon our heads, with no reason why



And though voices may holler

For all they're worth

The rabbits have fled their burrows

Gone to earth