The scout is in fits The finches grow fat While the finch is a cat The scout is half blinded And at points there was an order Then order did abandon us The ghosts are in the streets They're making noises in the tenements
So go straighten up that bow And un-quiver your arrows And then you You let the arrow go And the string snaps and loosens And the order has abandoned us I know
So straighten your back And straighten your bow Un-quiver your arrow And let the arrow go
The judge is in chains Barking and bleating Judiciously pained Dying to heave all his Judgments away And if there was an order Then the order has abandoned us again
So go and straighten up that bow And un-quiver your arrows And then you You let the arrow go The string snaps and loosens The order has abandoned us for sure And then if we are abandoned Then order will come and an order will go So un-quiver your arrows and just let them go
