Hooks in the Rafters Lyrics

All in or cease
To preach to the wandering
Bare teeth must show them
They make all mistakes alone
You'll find that
It's the season of killing
But the covering is thin
Still the cage in the corner
Has the ner's keys in it
Born of a visionary

He stood back the length of his arms
Son of a whereabout land
Was purged in the afternoon sun
All rise in clause
Don't let it touch you
Form back your feelings
Cause it turns their stomachs ill
It's the season of killing
But the covering is thin
Still the cage in the corner
Has the ner's keys in it
Case the tragical witness
To persuading his demons
And the woman he loved ran
To the man who denied it