The Rebellious Sons (with The Bright Light Social Hour) - The Bright Light Social Hour, Ray Wylie Hubbard

The rebellious sons were torn from the tears of the gods

Dealing in the dust before the of the serpent and mouse

The captain was turned to stone and his voice was heard no more

He’s still on his knees outside the witch’s house

Treachery for the oldest son before

He’d come to kill the witch’s clan but stumbled and was

Marked by his captors, he died loyal to his gods

Refusing to confess, he recited Genesis 4:15

An Asia Minor poet who was loyal to the sons

His gods had been exiled, he vowed to avenge the disgrace

He’d come to the queen who’d betrayed them

And as he drew his dagger he cried out, «How does gold taste?»

Fate decides the life spent

By measuring out thread and then cutting it

The gate to hell was left open

And there’s little concern in shutting it

the two wore jewelry, the whore queen dressed in jade

She’s born seventh be forgiven

She betrayed the sons in the Sicilian Vespers War

Yet her bones were buried with pageant by the old river prison

The queen was slain while drinking a cup of her savior’s blood

They laid her out to be viewed dressed only in white lilies

Covered in ivory, she was as false as Constantine’s Donation

Destiny cannot be bribed, as proven by the death of Achilles

Fate decides the life spent

By measuring out thread and then cutting it

The gate to hell was left open

And there’s little concern in shutting it

Fate decides the life spent

By measuring out thread and then cutting it

The gate to hell was left open

And there’s little concern in shutting it

Uh, mmh, oh