Circle of Killers

©1974 Andrew Calhoun, recorded on Staring at the Sun

I scratched your face on purpose
To see what I would find
I thought I would fall forward
But then I fell behind

The boys have gone out fishing
The men have gone to war
A crazy priest in a rattlesnake hood
Led three silly monks ashore

You think I speak to you
But you're hearing a stranger
I'm as bored as a clock, I'm a sleeper in shock
I know when I'm in danger

That man must have been crazy
He didn't want to hear the word
I saw him throw a javelin
Into the tongue of the Lord

I have fought in many theatres
This must be another
I'd step in the middle of a circle of killers
To stand beside my father

And now I'm trying hard
To remember what's been said
Confusion like a butterfly
Hangs heavy in my head

If I don't get back out
It means I forgot why I came
If you look, you'll find me in a lonesome cave
Hanging from my name
Hanging from my name