And then fire shot down
From the sky in bolts
Like shining blades Of a knife
And it ripped Right through
the flesh Of the children of the sun
And the moon And the earth
And some Indian god
Sewed the wound up to a hole
Pulled around to our bellies
To remind us of the price we pay
And Osiris and the gods of the Nile
Gathered up a big storm
To blow a hurricane
To scatter us away In a flood of wind and rain
A sea of tidal wavesTo wash us all away
If we don't behaveThey'll cut us down again
And we'll be hopping around on one foot
And looking through one eye