Hang The Cyst lyrics

Was he badly mistaken or guided

As he wandered his valley built in silence

He'd cover his face to speak

As he chewed off his finger to the bone

The haze of his coloured days

That march of content as his dignity splits to unveil

His bitter sweetness

The town would shudder and stare

At his presence with a single glare

As he makes his way through

The local square

And he says to them

You're a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance

You're a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance

Annoyance

Hang the cyst

Hang the cyst

Hang the cyst

The first time that they saw him laugh

Was at the sight of his wilting noose

And their chants were soon reduced to an angry silence

He escaped in the shock of the snap

His wonderful vanishing act

Was a spectacle but not what anyone expected

The route was planned as much as the brooch pin dagger

The route was planned as much as the brooch pin dagger

Catch the cyst

Catch the cyst

Catch the cyst

Catch the cyst