Follow me southward and sing that pirate’s song the love of a woman will surely steer you wrong Siren sounds ring sweet but sweetly false ghost in gown go wandr'ing down long and winding halls You’ll find her in the morning a different sort of thing the ruby mask has fallen another broken wing Rescue her again each day and each night she’ll pay you well this, the path of the weakened man the path that leads to hell But why not enjoy her? fruit of the apple tree brought here before you just to waken thee Serpent, fruit, and woman god and christ and ghost abstractions of the highest sort of which we need the most Ploughshare and farmer they labor so in vain to pay the debt of fathers that cannot be repaid Sin is real and sinner’s guilt Brick-mortar, bones, and blood this is how the tower’s built Man from dust made into mud Redemption! Redemption! the low and lonely cry "remove the plank and pay your debt!" the pious priests reply Resentment! Resentment! Always best quelled with fear send pablum and pittance or a hero to revere the will of strength and health the mighty tame the meek justice given to them 'stead the vengeance their hearts' seek Quiet now and for a while we’ve got the "Good" to do Here: your chains and buckles each to other, one and two