The scout is in fits
The finches grow fat
While the finch is a cat
The scout is half blinded
And at points there was an order
Then order did abandon us
The ghosts are in the streets
They're making noises in the tenements
.
So go straighten up that bow
And un-quiver your arrows
And then you
You let the arrow go
And the string snaps and loosens
And the order has abandoned us I know
.
So straighten your back
And straighten your bow
Un-quiver your arrow
And let the arrow go
.
The judge is in chains
Barking and bleating
Judiciously pained
Dying to heave all his
Judgments away
And if there was an order
Then the order has abandoned us again
.
So go and straighten up that bow
And un-quiver your arrows
And then you
You let the arrow go
The string snaps and loosens
The order has abandoned us for sure
And then