Tangled in a web they spun for me
No fear or love, just curiosity
Hanging by a thread, all that I could see
Was a little child running straight through me
I fell down to the riverbed
Some kind of concussion on my head
I looked to the mouse, with its eyes of red
It said, “Relax, time is dead.”
Since then I’ve been turning decay into gold
While they all try to turn wine into blood
I guess I’m too brown for those above
I was made out of dirt, soil and mud
The sheep carried the bottles of Coke to the pyramids
The dog carried soda-pop to his master’s lair
Sitting on a chair
Standing in the sand
One big corporation runs all of this land
And the South has invisible clocks
And the North tends to live backwards
And the lens tries to look inside the heart
But it sees it only darkly
When will human nature be in the clear?
Two evils are at work, in the material world
Two evils are at work, in the caverns of our minds
But we forget to thank the burn-out, who’s right now
Pushing blue flowers of death into the wrong hands
Let’s hope someday he wakes up.