[ music: Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant ]



here is the store house of Her Majesty
well guarded by sentry
but looks are free

call this the rayless and benighted age
witches by tallow candles shifted
shifted their shapes
here is the pestle and mortar
that ground the poison seed
a lute, a suit for jousting
and the poems of a balladeer
when all the Latin books were copied off
in golden script
well hoarded away in
a monastery crypt

superstition
superstition beyond belief

over mountain, over dune and over sea
crude map and compass lead the caravan
and lead the fleet
here's the loot and plunder
they bore home
ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone
raw silk and spices by the barrel load
a soft skin drum with mallets
of human bone

a world wide rampage
rampage of greed

so here the tour concludes
The Colonial Wing
the rooms of the most refined
museum property
an early pair of spectacles
a claw footed divan
ornate clocks with birds that strut
on the half hours and quarter hours

hear them chime

My Father's Son Center Of The Universe Open the Door, Homer Confessin' The Blues Stop! I Confide Summer's Ending Are You Big Enough? Hidden camera show Do Me Right Theres Nobody Like You Mary Jane's Last Dance Gun Rule Canadian Man When I Lost You Scrape Away Love Is A Battlefield Look Around - feat. Dead Prez and Cheryl Pepsi Riley Weil Ich Dich Liebe After All Talk To Me While I'm Listening Torn Hold On Punishment Kiss

Dance On Heavy Weather Foreword Bulworth (They Talk About It While We Live It) La Ment Did It In A Minute The River And The Highway 12 Chorus: for Unto Us a Child is Born All I Have To Do Is Dream I Gotta Get My Groove On The World is Stone Feels Like A Hammer Good Gray World Woman 2 Woman Flower Fight with Morrissey Theone If You Wanna Be My Love Happy Jack TRANSFORMER MAN Turn Out The Light Of Temptation Born Saturday Night Edison World So Cruel