Lyrics
What have we here? Where the fragmented mind is reassembled
A new gift for crying out loud A small token of our appreciation Human amusements at hourly rates
It all makes for trouble math But when the lights come on You leave me in stitches You leave me in stitches
I hear you singing The spiritual getaway Yearning to hike away From hurt and spiny things Who use you for their practices And settlements
Permanent holy wars dissolve and crash On the red horizon Busted bottle red sunshine Moonfire flickering