Polish the brass, Peggy. Look at the leaf on Mary's dress. She was lovesick when he left her. Cut your hair, Peggy. Bury the remnants of the past. Swallow the china We both ate from. Oh lord, oh lord, If my eyes could speakâ€"â€" Would you wash your Holy water over me? Put down the doll, Peggy. I know I treated you with less than respect. The weasel paid me To let him love you. Slacken your tongue Up to the time when Jesus spoke Words so willful, They made you love me. Chorus Shall we go, Leaving the gleaming brass behind The fire burning, The winter turning? Without clothes, Shall we collapse into Mary's dress? The leaves are still wet From Pilate's bloodshed. Chorus “Yes, yes, yes I will go, love, But not with you. Your cruelty calls you To the lion's table. And I have gone Into his belly and back again. You now, you love. You protect you.†Is this your voice, Leading me into the devil's hands? Is this your wisdom, To leave me naked? Well, lift your voice, So that the hounds of heaven may hear! My soul is dangling From your answer. Chorus Lamb of God, Your fingertips are the mother of pearl. Your heart is the mountain I break my hands on. Lamb of God, You take away the sins of the world. Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Have mercy on me Have mercy on me