Zen Archer Lyrics

  Pretty bird with feathers falling
  Pretty as a lady calling
  For her pink and midnight lover
  As she stares into the water
  
  And a yellow moon is rising
  And there can't be no disguising
  That the pretty bird is dying
  With a silver arrow lying at its side
  
  Rivers of blood,
  	oceans of tears,
  	life without death,
  	and death without reason
  
  To the whole United Nations,
  To your greatest expectations
  To the moment that you realize
  As a dark figure slips from out of the shadow
  
  Pretty bird closes its eyes, pretty bird dies
  Another pretty thing dead on the end of the shaft
  Of the Zen Archer
  
  A man in parts forgotten
  With an outlook that is rotten
  And an attitude to match it
  Finds relief inside a hatchet
  And he halved someone in Boulder
  Justifiability is in the hands of the beholder
  And you just don't know what people will do next
  
  Mountains of pain,
  	valleys of love,
  	death without life,
  	and life without meaning
  
  To the promise kept and broken
  To the love that's never spoken
  Just as surely as I'm in your ears
  A dark figure slips from out of the shadow