Boy Cried Wolf

Oh, the story's told been told, retold
 From the secret scriptures to the tabloids
 All the fuss and fight none above a whisper
 From the soul of gold to the belly of a boy
 Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood
 Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
 And he turned his head, let the arrows fly
 In the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves
 And the boy cried wolf
 Wolf don't come
 Wolf within
 Boy cried wolf
 In the ancient mold where they're dancing down
 Calling to the moon but it don't answer
 And they fell on their knees
 Passed the bowl around
 And the blood, the blood, the sacramental blood
 And the boy cried wolf
 Wolf don't come
 Wolf within
 Boy cried wolf
 I am the body, I am the stream
 I am the wake of everything
 They bring me flowers that are myself
 Garlands of blood that are myself
 Slain the lamb that is myself
 A praying for the lamb that is himself
 Well they drew him from the forest like they draw blood
 Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
 And he turned his head, let the arrows fly
 In the trees, the trees, the ornamental leaves
 And the boy cried wolf
 Wolf don't come
 Wolf within
 Boy cried wolf
 I don't care
 I don't mind
 I don't know
 I don't know
 Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
 Are nothing to the wind but whose to mind
 The kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
 Lost, received, retrieved the human tide
 Innocence had its day
 Innocence had its day
 Innocence
 Innocence