Christians & Lions - Firebelly Salamander

Mama, your little boy's dying at the gates
With a mace and a longbow arrow
Lodged firm in his breastplate
Isn't there something we should do?

Won't it be a shock to the coroner's colander?
His blood is so thick with the fight
And when they find the twenty-something hearts in his stomach?
'It was all I could get him to eat some nights,' she sighs

And looks out towards the castle wall
She closes her eyes and faces the far-off moat
Where I splashed and sputtered, practicing my strokes
And the Dead Man's Float among the crocodiles
Always to return to her side, forever her eldest child

Father, your boy's being gunned down on a plane
He's out reading Marx on the left wing again
And they can't get him to come in
They've tried, but his singing's a bathtub gin

'He'll jump when his wings are fully-grown,
Or he'll learn to build some on the way down'
'He won't hit the ground for miles...'
'Yes, but he'll be in complete denial,' he smiles

Weakly, but it's better than yearly
He scratches his head, and raises his eyes
To his son's pallbearers, floating thither and yon
And on and on into a sun too-bright
For a moment his boy's a kite

Don't harvest blame, after the rains come
To drown and to destroy
'Cause you tried to pull your child
Out from the fire, but you couldn't
Pull the fire out your baby boy

Written by:
Ben Potrykus

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