You Must Not Try To Know

Written by J. Beavis
Appears on “Post-Apocalyptic Love Songs ” LP, 2016. Personnel: Jimi Beavis – vocals, percussion; Chris Bancroft – guitar; Costas Constantinou – bass guitar; Scott Nosworthy – drums and percussion; Andrew Garton – horn arrangements, baritone saxophone; Lachlan McKenzie – trumpet; Steve Robin – engineered/produced/mixed.
John left early in the morning at a quarter past three
He had a shovel and a shotgun in the backseat
Going off to Windsor to seek vengeance with the man
Who took his job and his love from his clutching hands
He’d pushed pens round a ledger but then he’d never asked for much
He’d never counted cranes and he’d never worked the Dutch
No-one ever told him he had to kiss the arse that fed him
Backslap Ned the Screamer and drink the shine at his wedding
But he’d asked questions of the incident, not satisfied with the reply
So when it came to the purge he was first on the line
For you must not try to know how the devil wears his clothes
And you must not try to understand what words the Devil chose or why he chooses them
They offered him the lot if he didn’t ask why
But he didn’t need the salt and his mouth was already dry
They said you must leave and not look back now
He blessed himself while they bled a cow
As he took his office papers from his old desk
He said “I’ve seen his face and I know who he is”
So they sent after him the youngest interns
Hips of gold and lips of myrrh
And they beckoned with wine and their sweet kisses and they lay with him red succubus
In the morning they rose with seed inside and he could not talk and he could not cry
For you must not try to know how the devil wears his clothes
And you must not try to understand what words the Devil chose or why he chooses them
So now he’s ‘cross the river, he’s driving through Herston
With a crucifix and a shovel for the gnomish grin
Arriving before 4, John drove him from his bed
He demanded explanation, light shined from the devilled egg
The man said “you don’t understand, we’ve spent beyond our means
… We need to sack some workers to pay for unemployment schemes.”
Then his hair was white as snow as he stabbed John in the eyes
He poured oil on the wound then covered it up with lies
pre-chorus
His eyes were seven stars, his tongue was a spade
He said “I am going to eat your heart…with a bowl of Nutri Grain.”
For you must not try to know how the devil wears his clothes
And you must not try to understand what words the Devil chose or why he chooses them