Viva Songtext
von Bry Webb

There's a hole in this town
Boneless and vacant
Where an old man turned ashes

Swirly and dusting
You rose with the smoke
Above our drunken faces flashing

Bark like a mule
Ye heavy angels
Bang that paper drum

Slack mouth on the steps
Low sacred heart
Too wicked to weep or mourn


Amass for the skirt
The neighbourhood
Carried off on a losing horse

Zombie children
Rise up hidden
Clear your malice from the shelf

Make water on
The shackles upon you
Take pity on yourself

Bark like a mule
Ye heavy angels
Bang that paper drum

Viva the wild dog
Long live the low-life
Fallen daughters
And bastard sons