"For The Snakes" lyrics - THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

All your brambles, all your creeping vines
All of the trash that people leave behind
All your fine, fine columns poking up through the pond scum

[Refrain:]
We will have uses for these things when we come

Cracks in the marble you hauled in from the quarry
These will be seen by all in all their glory
Long hidden shadows of the places they came from

[Refrain:]
We will bring memories of these things when we come

[Bridge:]
All your abandoned things
Once fine vestments, statues with wings
They have their uses, every one
Let me slither across them in the sun

Pale imitations that you brought back from afar
We will show them to you as they are
Wind through the ruins, high and lonesome

[Refrain:]
We will have uses for these things when we come