Nagog Boys Lyrics

Or he attracts the devil he reflects

On all fours like a pig to feed

And it moves against him

In the singular chord of its need

Or he walks the same tune as his religion

And the god

He calls everywhere like a dog by whistle

Settles down to garnish his sins

Or he goes into towns

And is seen and is needed by people

For the things people need

Of the people they wished they'd been

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

Or he escapes to a world made large

By eccentricities and gall

Or goes into the cities to entertain strangers

Like a vanishing card

Or he's a card in the decks men have

When they have nothing at all

Or he's tied to an awful face in the street

Then staked to a market stall

Or he goes for the mince of markets

To purchase mud to make things from mud

Or he sees himself with a hand in his pocket

And a look that's false and rough

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

Or the devil repatriates his throat

With winsome murk and lies

Or the only word others mean to hear

Is the one he speaks when he cries

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

Give me a face to breathe among faces

Give me a face to breathe among faces

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

Give me a face to breathe among faces

Give me a face to breathe among faces

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be beautiful, then this

If I'm not to be who I am, then this