I grew up in a town, dancin' on the alabaster
Some days I'd burn it down if I could buy the gasoline
The streets are filled, day in and out with little monsters
That's life I guess when every day is Halloween
I know the darkness' real face
I know the preacher's real face
I know the shining light rally through the alabaster
And walk back over the mountain
I went without a mask, dancin' on the alabaster
People crowded 'round, they thought that it was quite obscene
How dare you show your dirty face around these streets
When we all stand here so polished bright and clean?
I know the demon's real face, nothin'
I know the toad's real face
I know the prison face shining like the alabaster
That walked over the mountain
Left out of town that day, dancin' on the alabaster
Barefoot I travelled, barefoot I arrived
I tore the fields down, down to earth and rubbled plaster
Laid my bones out, breathed out a sigh
And I crawled through the leaves
I crawled through the leaves
I found a place shining like the alabaster
That walked over the mountain
I know the darkness' face
I know the preacher's face
I know the toad's real face, face, face
I know the preacher's face
I know the puppeteer's face
I know the profiteer's face
I know the graveyard's face, face, face
I know the cemetery's face
I know the graveyard's face
I know the graveyard's face
I know the real real face, face, face
I know the president's face
I know my father's face
I know my father's face
I know my father's face
Every day they look more and more like me
Every day they look more and more like me
Every day, every day
Every day they look more and more like me