The Colonial Wing Lyrics - 10,000 Maniacs

Here is the store house of Her Majesty 

Well guarded by sentry but looks are free 

Call this the ray-less 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