Alabaster - All Them Witches

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