Tonight - The Legendary Pink Dots will make everything good and magical for a brief time. Heed the teachings of The Prophet Ka Spel.
Seven seas he sailed on with cannons blazing in the night.
He had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite.
With every nail he hammered came the rush of flying hands.
They pasted flyers and planted flags and we watched him hover higher, higher.
Cruifix and lyrics.
Holy holy sensurround.
Lord, he never touched the ground. From state to state he wandered.
He could have been the boy next door.
You could feel the patriotic roar come pouring through the cracks of our existence.
He took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth.
Majorettes and cool disciples, cigarettes and red hot bibles.
And the buses ran on time.
Slaves of Kali Hari-karied on bayonets in poison ivy.
We raised the torch of freedom.
Can you see? Can you see?
This is for all the girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed and all the dopes and all the dealers, the peelers, sheilas, feelers, squealers.
Come watch me fall, watch me drown.
I'm kneeling in your mirror.
See me cower in the corner of your tomb.
Candy soldiers raised the table.
Wearing labels, muttering curses under sheeps' heads.
They were naked from their collars to their cotton socks.
And every handshake gave a shock, a buzz, a charge.
We saw them star with stars with sugar knives, then they fell into vats of lard.
We watched but kept on moving higher.
through the hall of two way mirrors.
I spied a boy scout shackled to a
chair
and heard the whip crack as it made a parting in his hair.
But still he dared to bait his master until the red wheels rolled from room to room to room.
We padded past his tomb and kicked a door down.
It was the door that said 'no entry'.
We took the lift and flew to floor 666666666666...
but no -one stood there waiting.
No guard blocked our path.
There was just an empty room with the window wide open and a note pinned to a chair.
It said, "Welcome friends! You passed the test, and I'm glad you could make it.
From here you watch the world go by and doesn't it look sad?
And, like me before you, I'm quite sure that you'll also take a dive."
Seven seas he sailed on with cannons blazing in the night.
He had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite.
With every nail he hammered came the rush of flying hands.
They pasted flyers and planted flags and we watched him hover higher, higher.
Cruifix and lyrics.
Holy holy sensurround.
Lord, he never touched the ground. From state to state he wandered.
He could have been the boy next door.
You could feel the patriotic roar come pouring through the cracks of our existence.
He took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth.
Majorettes and cool disciples, cigarettes and red hot bibles.
And the buses ran on time.
Slaves of Kali Hari-karied on bayonets in poison ivy.
We raised the torch of freedom.
Can you see? Can you see?
This is for all the girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed and all the dopes and all the dealers, the peelers, sheilas, feelers, squealers.
Come watch me fall, watch me drown.
I'm kneeling in your mirror.
See me cower in the corner of your tomb.
Candy soldiers raised the table.
Wearing labels, muttering curses under sheeps' heads.
They were naked from their collars to their cotton socks.
And every handshake gave a shock, a buzz, a charge.
We saw them star with stars with sugar knives, then they fell into vats of lard.
We watched but kept on moving higher.
through the hall of two way mirrors.
I spied a boy scout shackled to a
chair
and heard the whip crack as it made a parting in his hair.
But still he dared to bait his master until the red wheels rolled from room to room to room.
We padded past his tomb and kicked a door down.
It was the door that said 'no entry'.
We took the lift and flew to floor 666666666666...
but no -one stood there waiting.
No guard blocked our path.
There was just an empty room with the window wide open and a note pinned to a chair.
It said, "Welcome friends! You passed the test, and I'm glad you could make it.
From here you watch the world go by and doesn't it look sad?
And, like me before you, I'm quite sure that you'll also take a dive."