I stand to praise You. But I fall on my knees. My spirit is willing. But my flesh is so weak. . Light the fire. (Light the fire). In my soul. (In my weary soul).
Fiery spider, candy stars in bloom. Crystal fire fractures, sparks into the room. Shadow seams have opened. Right inside the blaze to catch the spinning.
You made my life a living hell. It began with the ring of a bell. Tortured me with your ego bullshit. My only escape was through bong-hits. . But that was then and this is now.
One afternoon as dusk was nearing. I saw something I thought worth hearing. Something that's been around so long. Now listen to my new year's song. Who ever made up the calendar was wrong.
The moon won't rise. It turns to dust in my eyes. Dust in my eyes, dust in my eyes. Dust in my eyes, dust in my eyes. . In the Canyon, getting hard to see the light.
Put off the light. Draw the line at anything natural. Flesh is fine. Redefines the meaning of natural. Nothing could own us.. . Draw the wine, raise the glass to all the unnaturals.
A night on the town ? time begins. Me and my friends are living in sin. Finding a slut ... picking her up. First we get stoned now we get fucked. . Sucks me -.
Where do bad folks go when they die?. They don't go to heaven where the angels fly. They go to a lake of fire and fry. Won't see 'em again till the 4th of July.
When I was young just five years old. My mother told me to believe in God. All these years I never could forget. Should have realized it was bullshit.
Someday on the moonwalk everything was right. Bounced on the onfloat history of life. Somewhere in the afterglow peeling it fell. And it's good to see the happiness far.
I realize and I. I gotta get away. I feel alive and I. I go be dead today. . I eat some flies and I. I pick ticks off my eyes. And fry some broken auto parts.
Rape, sodomy and torture. The devil made me do it -. . Cut, stab, kill, fuck her corpse. The devil made me do it -. . It is an easy excuse. For my brutal crimes.
Moonlight flickers, blue and gold. No one listens, the stories sold. And hey, it's gonna fracture time. Hey, it's gonna fracture time. . Hard as a sun who rides in the western wind.
Sand man walks the islands. Over corals bay. Wishes balanced captive. Pushing time away. In love.... Disappearing pictures. Falling from the sky. Sandman in the shallows asking.
My bizarre collection is not yet complete. I need more piss flaps -. . Time to take a night on the town now. I need more piss flaps -. . Finding a slut alone picking her up.
How could they be in the sea?. The fence across the smokey field. And here inside these raging roads. These deformed fires have been defused. . All across the faceless plain.