When the drinker of giants is less than his thirst He'll swallow the blessed along with the cursed The first will be last But the last will be worst And God says "Vengeance is mine" In secret, or refuge, the leaders of men Will open their hearts to the pirates, again We will recover but, who can say when? Ah, there's never quite enough time Oh, play your phonograph It still makes baby laugh And look to the heavens, and see if he comes To silence and stifle the tentative guns And I will see all of my friends all at once And I know I have nothing to hide In time, the new relics will go where they've been And seek out a crevice to perish within And everywhere you can smell poison and skin For, we will have thrown all the lines Oh, play your phonograph It splits the snakes in half The place full the purpose of you and your friends The load-bearing walls will begin to make sense And they'll dole our prescriptions as Death recommends Oh, you'll hardly be fit to decide And every lone voice will equate with each verse A hope for a kind and compassionate nurse So, The first will be last But the last will be worst And God says "Vengeance is mine" And God says "Vengeance is mine"