From the recording Between the Wars

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Lyrics

Golgatha
m.litton

Time tics above the mantle, the moth dies in the flame
The old cat climbs the screen door, whiskey divides the brain
Have you ever tried to sleep on nights when the sweat fills each pore
And the silence fills each moment with its ghostly nevermore
And you’ve mutinied the dream captain with his cat’o nine and its claws
O it’s a long way to Golgatha when you carry your own cross

You open your eyes to the man shadow, he has no face, no arms
He changes into a mythical moth to suck the blood from your heart
Then three great demon stallions leap from your father’s corpse
They trap you in a narrow room with no window, without a door
And you cannot find your razor, your noose won’t hold a knot
O it’s a long way to Golgatha when you carry your own cross

The ol’ Deceiver in the shadows, lying low as a snake
You may miss him, you may step on him
Ah but he sees you just the same
Black clouds mount the curving earth, blasting caverns in your mind
We’ve been sentenced to live in error and you wonder what was our crime
For it seems we all are governed by both hell and heaven’s law
O it’s a long way to Golgatha when you carry your own cross

The leprechaun lightning teases you with ghost images of Christ
Drawing energy out of matter, planting truth beneath each lie
And Einstein rides a chariot, Saint Nickolas of the stars
Seeking the Master Dealer, and it’s true he traveled far
But it all remains so relative if you can bend the light of God
O it’s a long way to Golgatha when you carry your own cross

Like Napoleon who burned his eagles and put a torch to each bridge
To survive we’ll burn our souls out to the very edge
And perhaps when night had passed us and the sun reigns supreme
By some small decision we’ll cut a path through this dream
And end on Easter Island with the fallen kings of Nod
O it’s a long way to Golgatha when you carry your own cross