Death of Armageddon
words and music Stephen Barling

Armageddon laughs and he breathes in deep
at a table full of empties he's counting sheep
and from his cigarette burns down to the nub of his nose
he smells the sweet smell of his death on his morning clothes

Up a limb and a lamp post
up the asking up, too
ain't no kin, ain't no kind ghost
got no judgement for you

Always born on a straight line
always begging the dew
signal love, single fate-line
and a bargain for you

We are forgiven, forget me not
(i hear them, sing on holy high)
we are forgiven, forget me not
(in a one voice all our own)

In a prayer, in a postcard
in a peanut-shell, too
sooth is saved like a trump card
in a bargain for you

Always born on a straight line
always begging the dew
signal love, single fate-line
and a bargain for you

© 1989 GNILSONGS

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