Black Wings Tom Waits

Well, take an eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
Just like they say in the Bible
Well, never leave a trace
Or forget a face
Of any man at the table
Any man at the table

Oh, when the moon is a cold, chiseled dagger
And it's sharp enough to draw blood from a stone
He rides through your dreams on a coach and horses
And the fence posts in the moonlight look like bones

Well, they've stopped trying to hold him
With mortar, stone and chain
He broke out of every prison
Where the boots mount the staircase
The door's flung back open
He's not there, for he has risen
He's not there, for he has risen

Some say he once killed a man with a guitar string
He's been seen at the table with kings
Well, he once saved a baby from drowning
There are those that say beneath his coat, there are wings