The Insect God

What has become of millicent frastley?
Is there any hope that she is still alive?
Why haven't they found her?
It's rather ghastly to think the little child was not yet five.

What has become of millicent frastley?
Last seen alone playing at the edge of the park
There was no one with her to keep her from straying away
And she wandered off into the oncoming dark

A silent and glittering black motor drew up
To where she sat nibbling grass
And an arm with two elbows then held out a tin filled with cinnamon balls
And beckoned the youngster in

What has become of millicent frastley?
Old feelings of horror, resentment and pity
... things which so seldom turn out for the best
As the last of the light died out in the west,
The car unobserved sped away from the city

The frastleys grew sick with apprehension
Which a heavy tea only increased
Though they felt it was scarcely genteel to mention the loss of the child
They phoned in the police

Police with their truncheons and notebooks descended
On the haunts of the underworld
In spite of their efforts, they ended with nothing
They could not find the girl

The car after hours and hours of travel
Arrived at a gate in an endless wall
It pulled up the drive and stopped on the gravel
At the foot of a vast and crumbling hall

... and hope started to languish
It soon was replaced by all manner of fear
The family twisted their fingers in anguish
And got them all damp with the flow of their tears

The child was removed to a ballroom whose hangings
And mirrors were streaked with a luminous slime
They lept through the air with their buzzings and twangings
To work themselves up to their ritual crime

They stung her and stripped off her garments and lastly
They sucked inside a kind of a pod
And then it was that little millicent frastley
Was sacrified to the insect god

And then it was that little millicent frastley
Was sacrified to the insect god

Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
If it don't make me stronger, it lay me down to sleep

I headed straight for the heart of the gold coast
And landed right in the heart of the city night
One more kid from a sleepy town
I just about got it right

I was wrapped in the arms of sickness
With my fever running through my head
Way too young to be worried yet
But old enough to pay my debts
You know i'm old enough to pay my debts

Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger

I was pulled out of the cold cold ground
And they slapped me so that i could breathe
And i know the good lord gave me eyes
Surely so the blind could see

By the light of a dimming bulb
The pages of the book of lies
Deep in the heartland one cold night
The epidemic started nationwide
We were dropping like flies well before our time
A yellow-ribbon inquisition on a cocaine high
And it seems like we finally got it right

Won't you take me back in time
To the good old days
When the sun revolved around the earth?

Pops from a box in the cold, cold ground but he didn't see his shadow
Woe is me
Oh no

Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years to go
Just two thousand more years ago

Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
Roll me along
Roll me along
If it don't kill me, it'll make me stronger
If it don't make me stronger, it lay me down to sleep