Brisbane Hotel Sutra by The Mountain Goats Lyrics

[Verse 1]
On the crooked road that took me north and brought me home again
From the pit of writhing serpents, out to the lion’s den
Where the labyrinth is lightless and the faithless wander crazed
Let the light rise from the darkness, let his name be praised

[Verse 2]
From the sunrise of my childhood to its premature demise
From my mother’s best intentions to my stepdad’s seething eyes
From the hidden self-inflicted wounds that flowered in later days
To the folly of their learning, let his name be praised

[Verse 3]
In the holes the worms have eaten through all once-treasured things
From the wet mouth of the vulture to the red tips of his wings
In the dazed yes of the penitent emerging from the maze
In his wordless explanations, let his name be praised