Alabaster

I grew up in a town
dancin on the alabaster
some days I'd burn it down
if I could buy the gasoline
the streets are filled day in and out with little monsters
that's life I guess and every day is Halloween
I've seen the darkness' real face
and I've seen the preacher's real face
I've seen the shining light rally through the alabaster
and walk back over the mountain

I went without a mask
dancin on the alabaster
people crowded round
they thought that it was quite obscene
how dare you show your dirty face around these streets
when we all stand here so polished bright and clean
I've seen the demon's face
nothin'
I've seen the toad's real face
I've seen the prison face
shining like the alabaster
that walked over the mountain

left out of town that day
dancin on the alabaster
barefoot I travelled
barefoot I arrived
I tore the fields down
down to earth and rubbled plaster
laid my bones out
breathed out a sigh
I crawled through the leaves
I crawled through the leaves
I found a place shining like the alabaster
but I crawled through the leaves
I know the snake's real face
I know the puppeteer's face
I know the shining light calling me back to alabaster
but I lost sight of the mountain
I lost sight of the mountain

I know the darkness' face
I know the preacher's face
I know the demon's face
I know the toad's real face
I know the prisoner's face
I know the snake's real face
I know the puppeteer's face
I know the profiteer's face
I know the churchyard's face
I know the graveyard's face
I know the president's face
I know my father's face
I know my father's face
every day they look more and more like me
every day they look more and more like me
every day
every day
every day they look more and more like me