The Feast Of St. John Lyrics

The Feast Of St. John Lyrics

See the low fires burning at the Feast of St John
See the heroes returning, all but one
And I'll be with you, brother, if good fortune allow
'Cause all that was east is west of me now

Then oh, don't go down when you're lit on by sorrow
And then oh, don't take that sh*t on

And oh, oh, like birds of bad weather
Oh, oh, here they come
And oh, oh, may they all fall together
Oh monsters begone

Hope we won't have to wait 'round forever

See a man of good standing
Pushed to the ground
And his lover attending and her arms all around
And her anger, and her ire, and her blood raging full
Muster, muster to the depths of your soul

And oh, don't go drowning when they drag you down in the hollow
And oh, don't take their sh*t on

And oh, oh, let them circle, let them hover
Oh, oh, here they come
And oh, oh, they all deserve one another
Oh monsters begone

I was all boogie boogie till you came along

And oh, oh, like birds of bad weather
Oh, oh, here they come
And oh, oh, may they all fall together
Oh monsters begone

We should have seen it coming

See the low fires burning at the Feast of St John
See the heroes returning, all but one