Grace for Sale - Terrance Zdunich

A sheep has left the fold

Hoof beats go trotting, trotting

Up to heaven, bold

At the gates, knocking knocking

Sheep in wolfish clothes

Holy jaws are dropping

Up in Heaven’s hold

Plant my hooves, my hooks my books

Once upon a time

Heaven was a towered tower

Tethered in its pride

Castor’s grace is sour, sour

Thought the ink was dried

Hellish gardens flowered

Ivy to be climbed

Spread my filth, my wings, my weeds, my weeds

My fairest wheels are turning

Hark the angels wail

Bedtime is a-burning, burning

We’ve got grace for sale

How the worm is turning, turning

Lay you down to sleep

With book-ed little stories

Count your missing sheep

Shed my skin, my fleece, my sin, my worms

They burrow up the line

Serpents in the branches, branching

Up those crooked vines

Vultures of a feather hatching

Circus lullabies

Carousels are ramping up to heaven

I raise my hell, my cane, my stakes, my snakes

Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud;

that’s how a carnival grows, my son.

Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms;

that’s how a carnival grows!

All these fickle beasts

Heaven hath rejected, lapping

Glory from our teats

Each of them is tested, blessed

Cast out for your sin

Come here for redemption

We’ve got grace for cheap

We’ve got grace for cheap

Lest you end up bested, lost and torn, to shreds, disected.

Tongues, tongues, slither in the mud, slither in the mud, slither in the mud;

that’s how a carnival grows, my son.

that’s how a carnival grows.

Tongues, tongues, slither in the psalms, slither in the psalms, slither in the

psalms, that’s how a carnival grows, my son.

That’s how a carnival grows.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Cross your heart and hope to die,

It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Stick a needle in your eye,

It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Cross your heart and hope to die,

It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Stick a needle in your eye,

It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Cross your heart and hope to die,

It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Stick a needle in your eye,

It’s off to hell we go.

Fa la la, it’s off to hell we go.

Cross your heart and hope to die,

It’s off to hell.