The porous tears of treachery drench the ground belatedly
And in their sorrow you repose and in their stead you take the blows
This unrequited trade will recompense the made
The blood and water invade
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye
Before it conquers what you know
And you might have to stick a finger in the side
And you might have to let it go
The mindless beast of human pride, refusing thrice to be denied
Awakened by a rooster's crow, and slain by one we think we know
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye
Before it conquers what you know
And you might have to stick a finger in the side
And you might have to let it go
And you might have to stick a finger in the eye, in the eye