Mgmt

Hey I found a whistle that hangs like a charm
and when my noose is tied I could blow it
and fall down into your arms
15 centuries of dissolution and grief
to return a yellow trickster and a thief
Yeah I found a whistle that works every time
that's when the trail escapes to nowhere
and the flood erases the crime
such conviction
to paint all the wall with the blood
of the young and the faithful and the good
Yeah I found a whistle as thin as a sheet
to split the dumbness of a vision
between asleep and a sleep
tiny axes
repeatedly raising the flag
all ignored, real emotion's such a drag
Hey I've got a pistol that's aimed at your heart
and on dark nights when the moon is right