Neat Little Rows

My high priest is folded neatly

Back in your box, oh, Lord

Gone the song he sang so sweetly

Back in your box, oh, Lord

Found myself astride a tiger

Lifted my head just like you said

Drown me now in down of eider

Get me to bed, oh, Lord

Lay my bones in the cobblestones

Lay my bones in neat little rows

Lay my bones in the cobblestones

Lay my bones in neat little rows

Angels and idols spiralling wild

Winding your necks, oh, Lord

Landed gentry line up behind me

Winding your necks, oh, Lord

Smoky progress, back-room sages

Let me back in, put back the pin

'Cause now I've found those torn out pages

Can't read the text, oh, Lord

Lay my bones in the cobblestones

Lay my bones in neat little rows

Lay my bones in the cobblestones

Lay my bones in neat little rows

In the house where they grew you

There were secrets and mistakes

That the eyes that see through you

Would give anything to erase

But picture them counting your fingers

Waiting for the focus of your eyes

No, no, don't point fingers

Fingers are for pointing at the sky

No, no, don't point fingers

Fingers are for pointing at the sky

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Lay my bones in the cobblestones

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Lay my bones in neat little rows

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Lay my bones in the cobblestones

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Ya-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

Lay my bones in neat little rows