Ten - Forward Russia

To build a charred and beguiled sense of fear 
To tell a different story 
I'll need to see a more generic height from ground 
This modern Jackanory 
Won't be revision of an older narrative 
Or plagiaristic fable 
But when you think that things will change while dark turns light 
There comes that shrill awakening sound 

Of falling down 
And while around 
Hanging up the checkout 
You wear me down 
You wear me out 
A brittle thought 
A lucky sound 
Turn me to God again 

I traversed automatic 'wishes granted' lines 
Received a common but remarkably expensive gift 
And to believe it is to see in this substance glitch, 
And though it's clearly fleeting 
The interim is gobbled up like after-thoughts 
Or morphine to the veins of the depandantees 
And though it's obvious this is a fleeting glimpse 
It's eaten up, so chronic 

Eat it, and it will leave! 
I'm out the sanctuary! 
There's not a sinner to save your movie 
Except in Canada, ooh-ooo-ooo 
Eat it, and it will leave! 
Become the secretary! 
There's not a sinner to save your movie 
Except in Canada, ooh-ooo-ooo 

And in Montreal... 
And in Washington, oh... 
Aesop would be proud! 

That his true favourite has conformed to stereotype 
And your iambic pentameter 
It goes in fours, nines, threes, twos, eights and twelve's 
Don't let that serving blacken the sound 

Of falling down 
And while around 
Hanging up the checkout 
You wear me down 
You wear me out 
A brittle thought 
A lucky sound 
Turn me to God again