The Cult Of Ray Lyrics - Frank Black

What is there to say, still I can't be silent 

Hear the cult of Ray 

And you'll be enlightened 

People, they're no fun 

I saw Raymond speak one time, he said, "Hello" 

And as he opened up my mind, [Incomprehensible] so fried and battered 

I heard his words so very fine, so high above 

This constant dripping chatter 

Young sharks feeding on the scrapple 

And upstarts on your Adam's apple 

And you can't hear yourself in all this babble 

And are you feeling role strain 

Melting rock into metal 

Melting rock into metal 

Melting rock into metal again 

Melting rock into metal 

Melting rock into metal 

Melting rock into metal again 

In a dark place, in the deep sky 

Is an old man in a coffee can 

And he's waiting in the old rain 

In the deep sky, he's leaning 

He's leaning, he's leaning 

He's leaning, he's leaning 

Hear the cult of Ray 

Fear the boy as tyrant 

People have a way when their mood is violent 

People, they're no fun 

I have a century in mind, wait, oh no 

At least two centuries in mind, wait, it does not matter 

And this rock is turning into sand while we are drowning 

Here in our own shatter 

You can't eat dirt 'cause it tastes so awful 

Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee 

And I can't smile 'cause I got me a mouthful 

And I've been grinding this grain 

Melting rock into metal 

Melting rock into metal 

Melting rock into metal again 

In a dark place in the deep water 

Is an old man in a coffee can 

And he's waiting in the old rain