Dead Peasants

All in a dream, all in a dream

Such a strange encounter indeed

Levi star scorched the land, migration stories from the sand

Catch the eye of pilgrims passing by

There's murder in the sacred wood, those murder mutants no good

Crook and drunk funk turn another page

I'm on the outside looking in where the dead peasants sing

Bringing home the heartache of forgotten sins

So take a leaf and breathe religious curiosity

Blessed child in custody of the crown

TV Rex in the groove nanny state on the move

Time is running out in the witching hour