Prometheus
Truth rotted in his bowels as he threw in the towel
And you watched him hang and howl at the slick-haired vultures
Now you pray he reappears, because they say he was a seer
With fire burning in his hands and something eating at his liver
Now you need him, now more than ever, don't you?
They're searching through the corn for a dead, naked child
You hope she comes out of hiding before the black birds turn and fly south
And it may be spinning backwards but the earth is still a sphere
Where they drag your children out of the corn or from the river
And you need them, now more than ever, don't you?
Well, they don't want your soul to be caught hanging precariously
When they find your body thawing somewhere in the corn
So they nailed up a scarecrow in the middle of an empty field
He's frozen and he ain't doing nothing
But you can go ahead and stone him if you need to
Don't you need to now more than ever?