Backwards

From the Lifesmith Group album, "Prattle."

In the ultra thin cool of the summer
In the burning green sun in the sky
May your trees bear no fruit that is bitter
Turn your foes in the blink of an eye.

In the smell of the skin-burning pavement
Where the dime stores stay open all night
Make your peace with the blue puppet lawmen
May you stronghold your morals upright.

In the sweet delay of the satin cloth prison
In the rabid injection of passion's delight
May your tears be a hail from heaven
May your match heads never be blind.

In the stench of the money god's primitive want
Where the blood can't find its air
May your lungs be as free as the pain you inflict
Without images of real despair.

So see it all backwards said the Fool on the Hill
And carry it off like a cross
There's a time so near when the winds will change
And death will be your boss.