"Labyrinth Blues" lyrics
"Labyrinth Blues"
Oh father, oh father, what have you done?
What have you hidden away from The Sun?
Oh father, oh father, in the dungeon below
The longer it sleeps, the larger it grows
Solve the maze, and cut the rope
Unlock the box, and tie down the goat
Put down your plowshares, and pick up your swords
We must slay the beast, we must find the cause
There's a messenger who brings news from the gods
They say that the city is rotten and lost
They say that the well can be drawn from once more
If the kings and the queens will open up their doors
Solve the maze, and cut the rope
Unlock the box, and tie down the goat
Put down your plowshares, and pick up your swords
We must slay the beast, we must find the cause
We must slay the beast, we must find the cause
Oh mother, oh mother, can you hear that sound?
It sounds like the millstone as it turns around
Oh mother, oh mother, it bellows deep below
We must break the cycle to bring us back home
Solve the maze, and cut the rope
Unlock the box, and tie down the goat
Put down your plowshares, and pick up your swords
We must slay the beast, we must find the cause
Whoa, whoa
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- The Longest Johns Lyrics
album:
"Ends Of The Earth" (2026)
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