Tyranny and mutation

Canadian Mounted, baby

Police force at work

Red and black

It's their color scheme 

Get their man

In the end

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............It's all right



It's all right............Ah yeah my honies know it's all right 

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............Ah yeah baby knows it's all right

You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em

You'd kill, you'd maim....Look out



C'mon my husky



Frontenac Chateau baby

I cross the frontier at ten

I got a whip in my hand, baby

And a girl or a husky

At leather's end



It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............Ah yeah baby knows it's all right 

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............Yeah baby yeah it's all right

You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em now

You'd kill, you'd maim



Hornswoop me bungo pony on dogsled on ice

Make a dash for freedom baby

Don't skate on polar ice

It's too think to be sliced

By the light

Of long and white polar nights 



It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............It's all right





It's all right............Yeah baby knows it's all right 

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............It's all right

It's all right............Yeah knows it's all right

You'd kill, you'd maim....Ah, c'mon kill 'em now

You'd kill, you'd maim....Maim 'em too

Ah, break it up

How could I fool you I rest and assure you

Take it off from here and put you on the line, yeah

Your back to the pistol and iron bullets whistle

Landscape's open and the world is mine, it's still mine



OD'd on life, life itself

OD'd on life, life itself

OD'd on life itself



Writings appear on the wall

The curtains part and landscape fall

There the writings done in blood

Yeah, like a mummy's inscription and a bat wing tongue



Well then the mouth of the cave will open up wide

Wide as the world that's mine, it's mine, it's 

Still mine



So don't you fear the trade in life

Life loves force but force loves life

This wedding by heaven was made up in hell

With the victim as bride and life, life itself



OD'd on life, life itself (repeat ad nauseam)

Riding the underground

Swimming in sweat 

A rumble above and below

Hey cop don't you know? 

The heat's on alright 

The hot summer day didn't quit for the night  



1277 express to heaven

Speeding along like dynamite 

1277 express to heaven

Rumbles the steel like a dogfight 

You caught me in it's spell 

Trying to leave but you know darn well 

The heat from below can burn your eyes out  



Blackened out eyes

Scratched on the wall 

Stoned out looks from the crowd

The king will not know 

On the wall it was said 

The flash of his cards was sprayed with red  



1277 express to heaven

Speeding along like dynamite 

1277 express to heaven

Rumbles the steel like a dogfight 

You caught me in it's spell 

Trying to leave but you know darn well 

The heat from below can burn your eyes out

They held their heads with laughs of pain 

They learned from men who'd just refrain 

From glancing at a mirror's face 



Seven screaming diz-busters 

Who lurked behind the rose 

Cast iron for a bloodstream 

And ice behind their eyes  



On each and all those holy nights 

When dusters dust becomes the sale 

And Lucifer the light

The light



They're long so long this time of year 

When stars be crossed by twirling fear 

You don't suppose I'd prove surprised 



Seven screaming diz-busters 

Should go the route and die 

Without that warmth they've learned to crave

With hardened smiles and evil signs



Bury me near the secret cove 

So they'll not know the way 

Bury me there behind the rose 

So they'll not rile my grave 

I'll not reveal whose name still lost



Well their laughs of pain

And their harder smiles

And their rigid arms

And their evil signs

Yeah, the longer days ah, the longer nights

Oh, yeah the longer

Yeah, they're longer still 



On each and all those holy nights 

When dusters dust becomes the sale 

And Lucifer the light

I had this bitch you see

She made lies to me 

Her deceit ah, it gave me a chill 

But I found out now

That baby, that baby ice dog



She said we would wed 

In Mongolian country 

Lilies shoot free

But she was a-stoning me 

In the mountains, no

Her intent it was all too clear

All too clear



It was quite a sin

How the ice caved in 

I was numb

I could not assist 

Baby ice went down 

To the cold cold cold ground 

I said "Baby...that's the breaks"



Turn me around like broke down hound now

Crossing me once too often 

Now she's bound for a lower station 

She crossing me once too often 



Hey baby, don't cross me, baby

I'm bad



And now the ladies all fear this Mongolian man 

With ice down his face 

You know I get involved 

In unnatural acts 

With the aid of my cold cold stare  



They'd like to make it 

With my big black dog 

But they just don't know how to ask 

You know they'd like to try 

Anything that comes into their minds 



Ahh, Freeze on now, baby



Freeze on freeze on freeze on bone to bone

Freeze on freeze on freeze on

Freeze on freeze on freeze on bone

Freeze on freeze on freeze on freeze on

Flights of black horseman 

Soar o'er the churches 

Pursued by an army of birds in the rain 



None of them can see the clouds

The polished wings don't care 

Animal waves through the hazy 

Dreams full of pain  



Wings wetted down

Stumbling on the ground 

It all turns around

In the end, the end, the end 



The voices sound deadly

Sometimes I hear 

Echoes of empires

Spread throughout the sky  



Wings wetted down

Stumbling on the ground 

It all turns around

In the end, the end, the end 



Flights of black horseman 

Soar o'er the churches 

Pursued by an army of birds in the rain 



Wings wetted down

It all turns around

It all turns around

In the end, the end, the end

She got less than you or I

She got less than me

She got less than you or I

She got less than me 



She get

She get 

Tired

She gets tired  



She got more than you or I

She got more than me

She got more than you or I

She got more than me 



She get

She get 

Wild

She gets wild  



Ballin' all night ballin' all day

She won't ball on me

Ballin' all night ballin' all day

She won't ball on me



She will

She will 

Smile

She will smile

She will laugh

She will die

She don't care



Cryin' all night, cryin' all day

She will cry for me

Cryin' all night, cryin' all day

She will cry for me 



She will

She will 

Smile

She will smile

She will laugh

She will die

She don't care

In the garden district 

Where the plants grow strong and tall 

Behind the bush there lurks a girl 

Who makes them strong and tall  

The villagers call her

Quicklime girl........Behind her back

Quicklime girl........Behind the bush

Quicklime girl 

She's the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl  



In the fall when plants return 

By harvest time she knows the score 

Ripe and ready to the eye 

Yet rotten somehow to the core  

And they call her

Quicklime girl........Behind her back

Quicklime girl........Behind the bush

Quicklime girl 

She's the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl  



A harvest of life a harvest of death 

One body of life one body of death 

And when you've gone and choked to death 

With laughter and a little step 

I'll prepare the quicklime, friend 

For your ripe and ready grave  

For your ripe and ready grave  



It's springtime now and cares subside 

And the planning's almost done 

And fertile graves it seems exist 

Within a mile of that Duke's joint 

Where Coast Guard crews still take their leave 

Quite listless in the sun 

And the quicklime girl still plies her trade 

The reduction of the many from the one

And they call her

Quicklime girl........Behind her back

Quicklime girl........Behind the bush

Quicklime girl 

She's the mistress of the salmon salt

Quicklime girl

Quicklime girl........They call her

Quicklime girl  



A harvest of life, a harvest of death 

Resumes its course each day 

It comes as if by schedule 

A harvester lifts his arms to the rain

And toes that crawl

And knees that jerk

And necks like swans that seem to turn

As if inclined to gasp or pray