There's a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb's head growing from a grapevine
There's an old man laughing in the backyard
Catching crooks and crickets in the bell jar
I've been waiting for my woman to relieve me
But she's outside climbing on the oak tree
There's a dead canary in the coal mine
And a lamb's head growing from a grapevine
Growing from a grapevine
Hey, it's getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up and throw your mercy down
Hey, it's getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy
Throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down
There's a madman tapping at the window
With a pocket full of innuendo
There's a joker poking at the doorbell
And a sparrow drowning in the inkwell
I've been waiting for my lover to relieve me
But they're outside swinging from the oak tree
Swinging from the oak tree
Hey, it's getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up and throw your mercy down
Hey, it's getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy
Throw your mercy down
There's a tyrant on the throne
And a clown on every screen
Compelling us to stay at home
In this low grade fear between
But we're gathering our strength
We're becoming less afraid
There is hope for us in this
Unholy mess we've made
Hey, it's getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up and throw your mercy down
Hey, it's getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy
Throw your mercy down
It's getting biblical now
You better pick your weapons up and throw your mercy down
Hey, it's getting mythical now
You better pick your weapons up
And throw your mercy
Throw your mercy down
Throw your mercy down