Come gather round you people
there's a story I must tell
about a misconception
it's a spell that's brought us hell.

It was down there in your country.
a place familiar and yet strange
it was in the recent past,
but all seemed prearranged.

Someone made up a story
and we all went along
adding to the verses and
expand that old old song.

There's lots to be afraid of
death comes to everyone
maybe in a hospital
and sometimes from a gun.

Three witches they had gathered;
storm clouds in a play
no point in building arcs
time won't float away.

It's not the sudden impact
but the details we might miss
Smell it's in your head
like the memory of a kiss.

You knew how it would pan out
the old gold testament
with prophets for the taking
but none were heaven sent.

that idea of yourself is flawed and out of date
there's 15 billion others and no one want's to wait
Caught ourself goose stepping
between the church and state.

Meanwhile at the ranch
in the lone star state of one
the gamblers all had gathered
believing they're lucky sons

today there'll be a show down
though all the cards are hid
& the players will deny
almost everything they did.

busted up the language
got truth run out of town.
they busted up the language
got truth run out of town.

still that pie got higher
everyone had won
now nature says that's nonsense
and I fear I must agree
in the terminators waterloo
to the T @ Calvary

Satan's unemployed now
his good lines all are stolen
along with his I D
he's another just another stateless person

lock him up forever
throw away the key
and the evil that's out there
can flow into you & me.

Apparently for justice
all stories need a judge
it's up to you
I'm sure you have some grudge.

Blame it on somebody
the landlord or the law
fingerpointing blame
at foreign types off shore.

flicking threw the media
the atomic weight of crap.
deep in the heart of helium
like Abraham and son
all angels of abandon
every blessed one.

theories of meaning
manufactured by the French
with independent suspension
of belief it's heaven sent.

everything old is new
except the cost gas
approximately Zion
in jungle drums of mass.

finial solution
dissolving peaks of roof
like a polkadot bikini
with the atoll sneaking though.
that's 16 billon more to add
to yr chosen few.

Come gather round you people
but don't get in too close
leave a space up front
for the holy ghost.

he used to live in hall way
sleeping under stairs.
but since the elevator
it seems nobody cares.

Count myself amongst them
talk show hosts agree
temptation of the shepherds
who claim their flock is free.

Yeah it's just wallpaper
strip it off with steam
a thousand renovators
of reconditioned dreams.

I find myself, amongst you
embarrassed & quite shy
I never said that I was
some other type of guy

Whilst driving down the highway
face pressed against the screen
the celluloid that flickers
plasticity of means.

Experience the bell curve
of statistical divorce
if numbers are the answer
with hooves of voice grow horse.

I’m sorry that I came here
and deigned to waste this time
Checked out all the data
and a photographed your mind.

There's nothing going on in there
the curtain it is closed
a matinee is idle
after taking off it's clothes.

Turning up the heaters
Part seas of global warming.
of Job & pawns and ceiling wax
Had sufficient warnings?

So gather round sweet children
draw close in while I tell
It's every single one of us
And we've seen us all in hell.