La Denigración

We're comin' out again, comin' right out with our swords
With a swing and a miss, and a belly full of bricks
We lay heavy on the Earth, tethered to our words
And try so hard not to stutter, though I don't know what for
And each one has eyes in the honest places
But will turn wonder into weeds

Stab me in the back; Ill scratch yours
Lord, have mercy on us both
Are you so high above us, or the violence that walks among us?
Each one has eyes in the honest places
But will turn wonder into weeds

Oh, the weigh of bricks on bricks down to our feets
And our feets are failing ships that soon do sink
And the sea is land, and yes, the land is as soon sea
And the sea is land, and the land is sea, oh me, oh my
Oh my mother, have pity, put us down
Oh, my mother, have pity, put us down
For a nap upon the banks of La Denigración

Limping was the nighttime, with its shrinking darkness
Where the birds are lost in flight, and the men are soaked in light
And, yes, the men take pride, but count your stars again
There will be far more of your dreams lost in the heavens
Cause each one has eyes in the honest places
But will hide neath the shade of the leaves
And will eat prunes from the trees of our withering orchards
And will turn wonder into weeds