Elvis Costello - Stations Of The Cross Lyrics
The tempest blows up from a squallPast the Cape of Bad ConscienceInto the Gulf of the CauldronRoars over the coastline to batter and flattenExposing the roots like the dyed hair of slatternScrapper and mauler in a rope ring this smallOutside the wind is punchingThere's no one left to hear itNo one hears the bell ringExcept the one who comes to fear itAnd they continue to brawlHe's buying his way into heaven I supposeHe weeps at the blowsBut down in a location that we cannot discloseHe turns the dial slowlyThrough the Stations of the CrossCrowd done up dandyIn diamonds and fineryBaying and howlingAll bloodlusty callingFists like pistonsFaces like meat spoilingHaul, boys, haul, bully-boys haulLater that eveningMolly and her gunmanGo down the stairs to a dive like a dungeonMeanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a spongeSaying, "Bring him in long as a constable's truncheon"The gunman wants Molly to kingdom comeThen blows them all to the hereafterWho's scuttling away now and hidden from our view?Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue?They're hurling themselves into heaven I supposeBefore the gates are closedBut down in a location that we cannot discloseThey'll turn the dial slowly through the Stations of the CrossThe gale of hale laughterScales up the ivoryThe black keys of her fine whine descend into the minorDie away breathlessDiminishing behind herHaul boys haul, bully-boys haulThe water came up to the eavesYou'd think someone had opened a valveIt's too soon to stay now and too late to leaveSo spare your remorse all the way up to CalvaryThey're hurling themselves into heaven I supposeBefore the gates are closedBut down in a location that we cannot discloseI'm turning the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross
