At The Helm Off Hells Ships Lyrics - Singles - Desert Sessions

Cat's eyes 

Circle the globe on protruding white stalks 

Dancers with green trays, baskets 

Snakes slither and probe 

A bridge of dog size 

A bench, a chair 

She's so fine that naked lady of mine 

Slight turn in repose 

The lings out on the moan 

The churbs so small 

A chorus of fogs step on into streets 

Of forest greens, lanes 

We all walk in the straight line 

Nice and tight 

We all walk in a straight line 

Nice and tight 

Elvis bleeds from the eyes 

Madonnas light up the skies 

Kneel before the potato 

And kiss the forehand of Siva 

Sunset and Vine 

Walk in the straight line 

With my knee on 

My knee on 

Walk in the straight line 

Nice and tight 

Jesus t-shirts 

Airport chieftains 

Blow-dried smiles 

Nothing is sacred 

No one is safe 

Whispers of secrets walk 

Through these streets where my lady lies 

Sacredness 

Walkin with my knee on 

Knee on 

Walkin the straight line 

Nice and Tight 

Human chases at their Jesse Helms 

Guiding the gnomes and 

Their clone children, the king's dominion 

Here, kitty, kitty 

Here, kitty, kitty 

With my knee on