Wolfwork - Steve Hackett

Clapperboards sandwich hordes scavengers in paradise

Training their eyes under grey porridge skies

Magistrates Ivory gates opiates potentates

Kings of carrion badness in the blood

Its all wolfwork

Faxes from a wall of corpses

Gorging on each day in mourning

Father time squeezing the sun

For light relief they bare their teeth

And turn on their own

Rolling around on a fresh bed of nails

Come and see the show

Join in the ring

With your mouth open wide