My Glacial Uncle

Who's been selling lies
Packaged up as the truth?
Who's been signing autographs
In the convent
Dressed up as Sister Ruth?
Who's been conspiring between them
To sell poison knives to the rain
It's my Glacial Uncle
He's the one you should blame

Who's a lot less than kin
And so much more than kind
Who's been fishing in the bin
Of your head and messing
up with your mind
Who's smiling for the camera
With blood on his hands
It's my Glacial Uncle
You know where he stands

Who welcomed you at the door
To put a knife in your back?
Who's used your petition
To paper over the cracks
Who's been obscene on the landing
Who's been pissing in Wittengenstein's shoes?
It's my Glacial Uncle
No wonder I've got the blues

Who's made you build a memorial
To everything that you hate
Out of the bricks of your soul
And then forced you to wait?
As he carves in the stone
This is your grave
It's my Glacial Uncle
He wants me as his slave

Who's laughing all the way to the river
With a sack of souls for to drown
And recognised and respected
As he saunters through town
Who's paid the scholars to rewrite
The facts that didn;t exist
He's my Glacial Uncle
How can you resist?