The Ballad Of Sisyphus T. Jones Songtext / Lyric

Sissy rode to town at sunset

With a boulder on his back

And his traveling companion

Who's a pyromaniac

Sisyphus threw down the gauntlet

As he stood before the priest

If there is a man who'll thwart me

Speak or hold your peace



Drafting orphans from the cold

Mercenaries twelve years old

As they smear their face and don their camouflage

Keep the rebels in clear sight

Snorting lines of dynamite

Burning villages and acts of sabotage






Finishing his tour of duty

With his vigilante squad

Coming to confront his father

And to stand before his god

Thanatos had to arrest him

So he pleaded can you test the chains

And rode away

You push it up

You push it up

But it rolls back down again



There's some business to attend to

Better seal the cellar doors

Gonna be some racial cleansing

Sissy is a man-of-war

Gather up the ammunition

You can call me Mr. Jones

There's a bitter storm a-brewin'

In Sierra Leone



Breakin' out of Pluto jail

With a plan that couldn't fail

Sissy rode alone to taste the sweet upside

Stealing food from refugees

Mocking Mephistopheles

As Icarus flies straight toward the sun



So I hear the skies a-rumble from the summit over mountainside

Across the plain

And I watch the boulder tumble

From the summit down the mountainside

Toward the plain

You shoot em up

You shoot em up

But it rolls back down again

You push it up

You push it up

But it rolls back down again