Pistol Dance

[Introduction]

Look there!
Just to the left of the moon
Do you see those stars move about
As though pushed by a finger?
Time is a web shooting out through space
Like the spokes of a golden wheelchair

And on this web are spiders, vast and various
With eyes cast about in all direction
To observe the ever-changing shape of the universe
All eyes rolling about in the sky
Within the blood of an unnamed god

Land here for a moment
I spy a man so crooked
He sits [?]
Behold the blazing runes on the back of my hand
Eviscerating cops on Pacific Avenue
Arms and legs strewn about [?]
Do you see these startling bones?
[?] upon the war

Great stardust, breaking windows and wicked stars
As new roots grow into the cracks of the concrete
[?]
They wave high in the thrashing wind
As the sun sets on the culture of the continent
There's so much smoke here
There's none who hesitates

[Chorus]

Circle round the fire
Circle round the fire
Is this some kind of trick?
Wave our guns in the white wind
Lay the body before me
Hands held towards the firmament

Circle round the fire
Circle round the fire
Is this some kind of trick?
Wave our guns in the white wind
Lay the body before me
Hands held towards the firmament

Circle round the fire
Circle round the fire
Is this some kind of trick?
Wave our guns in the white wind
Lay the body before me
Hands held towards the firmament

Circle round the fire
Circle round the fire
Circle round the fire
Circle round the fire

Go!