Lyrics:

(originally Wash Yourself)Wash yourself and see your sorrow, make every pitcher cleanTake a mop to swab the floor and destroy the evil dreamCounting houses full of lead, the evil eye on highThe streets awash with blood and pus, the new moon's in the skyGod's aloft, the winds are ragingGod's aloft, the winds are coldAfter leaving I was weeping - count it out in tollsWatch the book, the page is turning - how the tale unfoldsInside every cancered spectre,inside-outside find your ownGod's aloft, the winds are raging - God's aloft, the winds are cold