I wanna look in all their eyeballs and i wanna see God.
And i want God to take their bloody hands and push them thru our arteries and grab our muscle fiber and pull our piano wire thru a bleeding sky, Blue Blood and Black kNights all over the Universe and .... shame on your toes, you can't reach the ceiling's hose.
You put out your eyeballnest
and you grab a bottle of Ves-
pa oil and poured it my soily nose.
He's gotta bake himself out of a row
house in Philadelphia. You know
he's got time to leave.
He's got... he's up in the tree
top. It's a thousand miles below the clouds
of another planet's justice.
Everyone find out how they came to be.
Now i'm singing a song
and the song is going on too long.
Now i think i'll say goodbye
and everyone else is over
up at the sun-baked sky
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