The Maharal (Reprise) - Black Francis

Your mother is dead and gone

But I can see the lovely ghost

That’s you

And I can hear her walk

Behind you she walks

You take just what you want

And I agree with you, darling

But I want you to know

It’s an ugly rock

You’re in for a shock

My coat is long and black

Like dreams collapsed with

Things I want but can’t get back

I ain’t got jack

And all of this for nothing

After all my huffing and puffing

I’m back and forth

And back and forth

To prove that I am not bluffing

I am the Maharal

I’m deep into the sod

World of emanations

World of creation

World of formation

World of action

And the Sephirot

I am the Maharal

And the road is choked with dust

The blood libels they go on and on

Progroms on my heels

More of these black eels

My throat choked up with lust

She’s a memory fading on and on

My wand can’t wield

Her from death’s field

Another knock on my door

I see the inbred yawn

But I don’t fear the fool

I fear his drool