Vermillion Plaza

I can see that smiling bag full of green boys young and tall
The sons of men make guns out of sticks that fall
I will be powerless
I'll be a worm that tills the ground
Before I laugh again before I listen to that sound
And will you beat our drum cause God is on our side?
Will you be my son?
Because all of mine have died
On this cold, unholy night
I've cleansed my heathen ties
Forgotten what I was
Forgotten why I cried
A mother warms her chest with the flags of all mankind
She is waiting for peace she is waiting for children to be born
While Jesus wrecks his mind with whisky and Cain's revenge
But the trees are all calling
The fields are rejoicing for our return
Cormac McCartney waves a flag of flapping skin
To hide his darkest fears and find a way back home
The green knight says to him in my advancing years
I know they'll be an end to all these palindromes
Ideas they inspire
A perfect vision
And a secret fire
I say it's a new way!