On The Mountain Looking Down Songtext

Seven hundred days were wasted

They were wasted like the seed

On your stomach like an altar

First they glistened, now they bleed



No you are not forgiven

For my cowardice or my fear

So go there and fuck your acolyte

Or bring him here and fuck for me


I stand above you hollow now

As you grind into the dirt

You are feeble and you are weak and cruel

Go suck his cock now, go feed your thirst.



In your mouth, I tasted beauty once

Between your legs, it tasted clear

So sing a sing about your mother

Or for your father, who sits right here



Your blood is like a lotion

Like an acid on my skin

And I stand upon a mountain

Made of weak and useless men



Don't go...

Please don't go...



Get out!

Don't go...



[Not the same song as the one on ...Sing 'Other People', which is actually "Let It Be You"; A staple of the 2001 tour, it first appeared on Solo Recordings at Home.]