Visit again, white elephant
Who sent you to the loom
Shall we suffer everything
Ponder this while we ponder why
He's starting to follow crows
And climbing the ladder somewhere
Out to really begin to scare
And plotting to search the grounds
With a fine tooth comb
You poor little antisaint
You poor little antisaint
Nothing to say for the last time
Just want to sink his will
Like a predator's prey in the cold
Slowly starts to show
Assurance is what they need
Hold the lion until it's fed
It's still only morning
But the fly's surfaced
You poor little antisaint (x4)
The stakes are too low
We may not need any
Course we never feared it
And if you couldn't tell
That the cleverest acting
Was the lying by you
