Lyrics:

(Smith)Oh the story's told been told retoldFrom the sacred scriptures to thetabloidsAll the fuss and fight none above awhisperThe soul of gold the belly of a boyWell they drew him from the forestLike they draw bloodTied him to a tree like St. SebastianAnd he turned his head and let thearrows flyThrough the trees, the treesThe ornamental leavesBoy cried wolfWolf don't comeWolf withinBoy cried wolfIn the ancient mold they're dancingdownCalling to the moon but it don't answerAnd they fell on their kneesand passed the bowl aroundAnd the blood the blood thesacramental bloodBoy cried wolfWolf don't comeWolf withinBoy cried wolfI am the body I am the streamI am the wake of everythingThey bring me flowers that are myselfGarlands of blood that are myselfSlain the lamb that is himselfTorn reborn the cries of our dismayAre nothing to the wind but whose tomindKings are lifted up and kings are thrownLost received retrievedThe human tideInnocence had its dayInnocence had its dayInnocence innocence