You stand on your mountain
Let me hear your echo show
You stand over there alone
You canyon minstrel brave
Recite line by line
The words you’ve come to love
To dread to hate to mourn to escape

You peer from your rooftop
Let me hear your echo show
You dress a good liar with scorn
You cut off needed criticism
Like ancient guillotines
Yet with the charm of a doll
A snake a boss a clown a porn star

You bellow and bellow and bellow on
Let me hear your echo show
You curse with the pull string
You swill the good vermouth
So stumble down the runway
And press your thoughts into hearts
And minds and foreheads and tombstones

You paint the front porch green
Let me hear your echo show
And let me light your way with torches
Gallop past the gate in molten June
And feel the breath of hell radiate
And see if you don’t faint on the way
At the doorway of the house in the end