In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumour spread that I was aging fast
Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and the monster was me
Well, I said, “Hello,” and I said, “Hello.” And I asked, “Why not?” and I replied, “I don’t know.” So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be
Well, he laughed insane and quipped, “Kahlil Gibran.” And I cried for all the others ’til the day was nearly through For I realized that God’s a young man too
So I said, “So long” and I waved “Bye-bye” And I smashed my soul and traded my mind Got laid by a young bordello Who was vaguely half asleep For which my reputation swept back home in drag
And the morals of this magic spell Negotiate my hide When God did take my logic for a ride
Riding along
He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips Then showed me the leather belt ’round his hips My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame He said, “You’ll never go down to the Gods again.” (Turn around,go back!)
He struck the ground a cavern appeared And I smelt the burning pit of fear We crashed a thousand yards below I said, “Do it again, do it again.” (Turn around,go back!)
His nebulous body swayed above His tongue swollen with devil’s love The snake and I, a venom high I said, “Do it again, do it again.” (Turn around, go back!)
Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply And I was seething, breathing deeply Spitting sentry, horned and tailed Waiting for you