"Grudge Music" lyrics - EVERY TIME I DIE

Deaf, blind granite block
Content to graze with familiar stock
A local lard not an English black
We don't venture into the fog
Homeward bound and gagged not twenty steps from the door.
Dispensable as cooks at sea or journalists sent to war

No one found me spellbinding
No one offered me a drink

But by crippled hands at the potters wheel
I was given shape and Insects appeal
Sent to work the graveyard shift at heaven's JDC
A legend to the peasants there, but lights had caught me unaware.
I've wandered into your graces, so how do I get out?
It's been quiet for too long, but pompous phrases and alarms can't help you now
And every pervert outside of every fence has had his fill of your kids
He's clocking out
Such indecisive crusaders
A martyr made into a scenic blur
A lookout into a left behind
What wounded pride

No one finds me spellbinding
No ones buying me a drink

I've been fed to the lions
Left high and dry by the 8th circle of hell
Where are the spoils? I want the ticker tape parade
Damn these filthy rats