Viva Songtext
von Bry Webb

There′s a hole in this town
Boneless and vacant
Where an old man turned ashes
Swarthy and dusted
He rose with the smoke
Above our drunken faces flashing

Bark like a mule
Ye heavy angels
Bang that paper drum


Slack mouth on the steps
Of sacred heart
Too wicked to weep or mourn
A mass for the scourge
The neighborhood
Carried off on a losing horse
Zombie children rise unbidden
Clear your malice from the shelf
Make water on
The shackles upon you
Take pity on yourself

Bark like a mule
Ye heavy angels
Bang that paper drum

Viva the wild dog
Long live the low life
Fallen daughters and bastard sons