Rolling Stone

I have seen the world you believe in Black ships with rats, dead Caesars and sons Hear the children sing, they cry murder What is done is done and there is more to come Poor little sister I hope you understand The babe in the woods Will be taken by a wolf The second coming means nothing to me I have tasted death, every body and thing I long for my own, for the curtain to fall To wipe the blood off the face of the earth Poor little sister I hope you understand The babe in the woods Will be taken by a wolf