Guild Of Mule Assassins - Clutch

Organ

Organ

Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time

Guild of mule assassins will convene at a quarter to nine

Behind the court house atop a scaffold stands

A man with a bag for a face

You will not have learned until

I return to give my executioner the chase

The swinging of it's censers the silence of it's members

Oh the guild of mule assassins

From the places in-between that are so seldom seen

Oh the guild of mule assassins

Widow in the furrow with thimbles

Hasn't seen her face in years

Kneels into a puddled reflection

To find it is just as she's feared

And in the garden the archangel sword above his head

You will not return until you have learned

What you've forfeited

The swinging of it's censers the silence of it's members

Oh the guild of mule assassins

From the places in-between that are so seldom seen

Oh the guild of mule assassins

Baby on a threshold with silver breath rises from it's lips

Beam of yellow light from a doorway

And the figure of a silhouette

In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles like a barrow of bones

Another journeyman with passion silently recites the oath

The swinging of it's censers the silence of it's members

Oh the guild of mule assassins

From the places in-between that are so seldom seen

Oh the guild of mule assassins

The swinging of it's censers the silence of it's members

Oh the guild of mule assassins

From the places in-between that are so seldom seen

Oh the guild of mule assassins