Laurie Anderson - The Fifth Plague lyrics
[Laurie Anderson - The Fifth Plague lyrics]
Beasts of the field we stand
Somewhere between darkness and man
Part of the plan part of the proof
Of the fifth plague
Ah, to die in a grove on a spring day
Tipped over by God part of the proof
Part of the plan of the fifth plague
Not the glorious death of the sacred bull
But slaughtered and pitched like rotten junk
Into the land of the dead
Where mummified kings and queens wait
In their own heaven
Beasts of the field we stand
Somewhere between darkness and man
Part of the plan proof of the power
Of the fifth plague
Like the dying bull in the ring
Struck by the picadores
The last sound he hears in this dusty world
The out of tune trumpets and
The sound of applause as the matador bows
Somewhere between darkness and man
Part of the plan part of the proof
Of the fifth plague
Ah, to die in a grove on a spring day
Tipped over by God part of the proof
Part of the plan of the fifth plague
Not the glorious death of the sacred bull
But slaughtered and pitched like rotten junk
Into the land of the dead
Where mummified kings and queens wait
In their own heaven
Beasts of the field we stand
Somewhere between darkness and man
Part of the plan proof of the power
Of the fifth plague
Like the dying bull in the ring
Struck by the picadores
The last sound he hears in this dusty world
The out of tune trumpets and
The sound of applause as the matador bows
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