Lyrics Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Hitchcock

Fiend Before the Shrine

I stumbled with a friend of mine

To see a fiend before the shrine

With pointed eyes and furry breath

He summoned men of faith to death

Within a cloister full of ferns

An ivy twining round the urns

That brimmed with duckweed and with snails

The fiend, his mouth was full of nails

"Oh, come and see my swarming shrine!"

His little pointed eyes did shine

"For God is life and life is lust

And will be after you are dust!"

The shrine, it writhed with giblets and with hairs

And little tongues in flickering pairs

And throats that grew from pads of cheese

And then came out behind the knees

A pumpkin smiled and from its beak

A pair of scaly legs did peek

With squirming elvers for its hair

And from that midst an eye did stare

It winked as me as if to say

"You've seen enough, now go away!"

I sing of life, I sing of death

Until I might run out of breath

I stumbled with a friend of mine

To see a fiend before a shrine

With pointed eyes and septic ears

I knew this fiend did last for years