I was the shadow of a waxwing slain I was the moonlight on a moving train I was the center of a circle of light I was my father's heart on a youthful night I was a broken batwing strewn On a broken street, in a sunken moon I was the sound of a hunting tune I am the sound of a hunter's tune I was the red king in moonlit flight I was the danger in a drunken night I was a ragged dog spoiling for a fight Saw the death ship sailing when I was five It's the devil I love, and the devil must die Have mercy I was a leveller, you were a thief Cry mercy I was transparent, your motives were murky Cry mercy, mercy. Left an Econoline carcass in a desert grave Front right wheel splayed like a gull's wing on a tidal wave It's who you leave behind, it's not who you save That you'll be judged by That you are judged by.