We grab a corner of the town each
And give it a thundering shake.
Annis rises up through the dust cloud
She's caught her cloak on the church spire
Spinning it around in a twist.
My name I scratch into tombstones
While she's up on the roof tiles
Drumming a tune with a cross.
I follow the time of her rhythm
Lighting new colours in stained glass
To end I leave them all black.
She leads me through pathways unheard of
Where houses shiver and moan.
In the air there's a whisper from Annis
Turning the brooding womb barren.
There's an act going on through a keyhole
Temptation has his legs round a virgin.
They flock for a peep for a coin.
So we have the people distracted
A wailing babe is our next pious cause.
We slice it through a window left closed.
An eyeball for cats to paw pat
Hounds make carvings in bone
A crow soars away with a milk tooth.
The only use we can find is to eat it.
And I give twenty good reasons
When asked why.
We count the devils footprints
The crossroads is where we meet.
He knows of our occupation
And thinks it wise not to stay.
But he keeps on the right side of Annis
And offers to take up the blame.
Now she's become monumental
Her hair flying thrashes open the sky.
Annis is out on her own now
The time to be on the road home.