There’s a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine
There’s an old man laughing in the backyard
Catching crooks and crickets in the bell jar

I’ve been waiting for my woman to relieve me
But she’s outside climbing on the oak tree
There’s a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb’s head growing from a grapevine

Growing from a grapevine
Yea-ah, it’s getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down

Yea-ah, it’s getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down

There’s a mad-man tapping at the window
With a pocket full of innuendo
There’s a joker poking at the doorbell
And a sparrow drowning in the inkwell

I’ve been waiting for my lover to relieve me
But they’re outside swinging from the oak tree
Swinging from the oak tree

Yeah, it’s getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

There’s a tyrant on the throne
And a clown on every screen
Compelling us to stay at home
In this low-grade fever dream

But we’re gathering our strength
We’re becoming less afraid
That there’s hope for us in
This unholy mess we’ve made

Hey! It’s getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down

Yeah, it’s getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down

It’s getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy down
Yeah, it’s getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy, throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down