The humble gold moon with soap sponged my eyes the dark cloud looms to match the size
With crucifix hearts and plastic saviors as the first man sins the first man dies
I was grounded then grunted then bunted then buried with silver responses and chocolate mixed cherries
I thought it’d be cool to buy a front-row crowd but the last man wins the first man dies
~Chorus~
Because I used to be an angel healing
But now I’m just a wallfly, steal-in’
Na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na na-na
You thought it’d be fun just to grab me and hold me and mold me and sculpt me and casually reduce me
But pictures and paintings and numerous sculptures designed in the casket of golden carved horses
And operas and cruises and Shakespeare rehearsals and two-way dimensions and skin-burning circles
Quite often I’d ask oh L-ord how far
The quicker you burn the closer you are
~Chorus~
The ocean’s salvation reflecting its kindness by lending us rivers and traffic upstream
And building of mountains with suit-and-tie static and files of scavengers running the team
And I’m just a man of some twenty-eight birthdays
Hopefully still for some fifty-six years
Proposing some crossword of nonsense and structure and babble on paper for childlike ears
With these lyrics for hobos defeating the purpose
Executive producing, the moments devour
Its one thing I learned from the shedding procedure so let us rely on that Holy Ghost power
