Dancers in the Graveyard

The moon watches the boy sleep ,andsees his soul reflected in the burning eyes of the sun.It was an impossible dream really.And the vagabonds were singing softlyThe blue lullabies of The Bronx.As that wild untamed band of outcastTrobadours slept so peacefullyBeneath a bridge crossing the East River.Dancers in the graveyard sing a songand the Lovers on the lawn sing along"We shot your God! We shot your God..."And the angels didn't have their wingson at all."CauseYour God's a dog!lyinglike a knife in the red'snot sharp at all,and the dogs not fedshot up and full of lead...
...Dead and gone and full of lead...