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!