All The King’s Horns

One mother rises
Pulling the sheets from the crib
All the disguises
Wandering stars, what she did
All the king’s horns
All the kings men
Saddled and worn
Raise the dead
Holy, an infant
He came to raise up the dead

Wandering wise men
What did you bring to his bed?
Shapeless surprises
Incense to bring to the dead
Nothing is wrong
It’s what she did
All the king’s horns
And the king’s men
Nothing is wrong
It’s what she did
All the king’s horns
And the king’s men

Nothing is wrong
It’s what she did
All the king’s horns
Raise the dead
Nothing is wrong
It’s what she did
All the king’s horns