Stations Of The Cross Lyrics - National Ransom - Elvis Costello

The tempest blows up from a squall 

Past the Cape of Bad Conscience 

Into the Gulf of the Cauldron 

Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten 

Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern 

Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small 

Outside the wind is punching 

There's no one left to hear it 

No one hears the bell ring 

Except the one who comes to fear it 

And they continue to brawl 

He's buying his way into heaven I suppose 

He weeps at the blows 

But down in a location that we cannot disclose 

He turns the dial slowly 

Through the Stations of the Cross 

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Crowd done up dandy 

In diamonds and finery 

Baying and howling 

All bloodlusty calling 

Fists like pistons 

Faces like meat spoiling 

Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys haul 

Later that evening 

Molly and her gunman 

Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon 

Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge 

Saying, "Bring him in long as a constable's truncheon" 

The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come 

Then blows them all to the hereafter 

Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view? 

Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue? 

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They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose 

Before the gates are closed 

But down in a location that we cannot disclose 

They'll turn the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross 

The gale of hale laughter 

Scales up the ivory 

The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor 

Die away breathless 

Diminishing behind her 

Haul boys haul, bully-boys haul 

The water came up to the eaves 

You'd think someone had opened a valve 

It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave 

So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary 

They're hurling themselves into heaven I suppose 

Before the gates are closed 

But down in a location that we cannot disclose 

I'm turning the dial slowly through the Stations of the Cross