Death of War Prophet

A cold dark night in a weird dark summer
You feel the lightning rising in the sky?
The night burns green.
What could it mean?
Could it mean that a king has died?
Could it mean that the Internet has lied?

The War Prophet came riding over the hillside
He only had one horse between his thighs
The other 4 horses left he left for Jesus Christ
The War Prophet knew his price
He knew he was not like Christ
Not yet

He came thundering over the hillside
Lightning shooting from his eyes
And long across the purple plain
You could see the farm house fires glowing
Men and women, girls and boys
Heads exploding from the noise
The War Prophet had looked too hard at the horizon
And the U.S. government saw him as Satan from his hell arising

His name was Lucius Cole
And he was just a kid
As he watched the bombs drop
And as he watched the bodies drop

They cut their throats on the plane.
9 months of rain.
The bodies rained down.
The bombs rained down.
9 months of rain.
And 9 more again

Standing there in the farmhouse fires' glow
Lucius Cole, a young man only recently reclaimed
From the maladies of the lost and shamed
From the maladies of a bastard name
Yet he knew he had to go
to the house of Washington

So he hit the road
He rode with the drovers
He rode in the dead trains among the corpses
And from the farmhouse living
He borrowed horses
And they gave him bread
And they gave him beer

In spite of a dark and murderous time
He saw Lincoln in their faces
(Abe, Honest Abe)
And in the sky bright flames
and burning roses

The majesty of the night
The blue and purple night
The cosmos like a caul
Blue and purple light

Who do you love?

Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red
Lucius Cole of the blood flag red