go tell it on the mountain the angry baldwin he's like a freight train - eyeless
go yell it on the mountain to hell with thousands of pale and patient irish
low beads and carbon meat stains fighting with the june rain for a book of perfect quiet
those streets agree with seat belts chiming in the church bells on a sunday easter island
i think god is on the mountain telling thousands that proof of him is silence
thank god he's on the mountain telling thousands that proof of him is silence