Текст песни The Belly and the Beast - Anaïs Mitchell
I
in
my
longing
lie
out
in
the
night
Unveiled
and
irreverently
dressed
I'm
lip-stuck
and
liquored
up
Picking
a
fight
I'm
the
wicked
wicked
witch
of
the
west
Over
the
alley
ways,
backward
and
blind
And
the
sad
and
insatiable
sprawl
Over
the
market
place
darkly
defined
His
desert
is
sounding
a
call
He
was
a
businessman
twenty
five
years
When
the
angel
appeared
with
his
orders
I
am
making
you
mine,
my
divine
volunteer
And
I'm
flying
you
over
the
border
And
he
can't
recall
where
it
all
fell
apart
Was
it
north
of
Medina
or
south
Where
the
prophecy
ends
and
the
politics
start
Where
the
weapon
went
into
his
mouth
And
everyone's
sleeping
And
he's
flying
Out
And
no
one
can
keep
him
Down
Now
The
morning
delivers
the
news
to
my
door
Of
my
president's
war
in
the
east
And
he
doesn't
tell
me
and
I
don't
know
Who's
in
the
belly
and
who
is
the
beast
When
there's
no
place
to
run
to
When
there's
no
place
to
hide
It
won't
matter
whose
side
you
are
on
Like
a
bomb
in
the
basement
We
couldn't
stop
if
we
tried
And
it
won't
be
long
It
won't
be
long
It
won't
be
long
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