Chronomether number six

I was hiding in the long grass eating humble pie for breakfast
You were standing there behind me with a smile straight out of Texas
Another day of viciousness, a safety razor daydream
The poor men talking tidal waves, the rich men talking sunscreen
So I walked up to the courthouse, pinned a cross to my lapel
Somewhere between the abattoir and the May Day carousel
I ignored her as she danced there in that suit of bleaching bones
Then forced myself to watch when all the good men threw their stones