Feast of Stephen Protomartyr

Waking up on another day
Last night's mistake
Sleeping in the hay

The sun cracks open
Like a running egg
They found my body in your head

They found my body after a thousand years
How many babies born this year?
And can we all send them right back?
Fight them off and plan an attack?

Stumbling and I fall asleep
They can't stone me 'til
I fall asleep

The Feast of Stephen
Yeah!