Residents Songtext
von Folly and the Hunter

He breathed the air like a fanatic
In a limbo made just for tourists
Often unsure if he still exists
He sits in the same place he was told the trickster sits


Treat the sun dance like a carnival
Then send those boys to the dogs of help
Priests mask their crimes with the devil′s spells
So when the boys come home they say they're treated well
Solemn marching to cut hair in morning
Then speeches of providence for diseased residents

Take them home from this God
Dirty white floors so often trod
By small brown bony feet stripped of meat,
Stripped of meat

Solemn marching to cut hair in morning
Then speeches of providence for diseased residents
For diseased residents