You worked oh so hard, right on down through the ages
Such a monumental task, deserves monumental wages
Now the time has come, to take what you earned
Slide the world into your pocket, as it writhingly burns
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Let me tell you a secret, all you luminous wise
I think you may have devised, a few too many lies
Among the pack of wolves that rove in your heads
Is that faith hope and love have been stalked near to death
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I felt the breath upon my neck, of wisdom's whispered poetry
I turned to gaze upon the stars, to find that poet staring down at me
The vision swims within my heart, like a water painted melody
To possess something you'll never own, become a man you'll never be
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How much more will I endure?
Well how strong do you want to be?
How many more tears will blind my mind?
Well, how true do you want to see?
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I don't care now what you say
You ain't the potter, you're the clay
You're the clay and that's the facts
Chill before you give you a heart attack
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And I said "Friend, you're full of shit. Sound like one of those F'in idiots"
"You know the kind, those Big Daddy Bucks, with their arsenals of bombs and guns, to make 'Their destinies', and you're too"
Shed his watch in the weeds on the side of the bar chorus Maybe he's flown with the cormorants chorus A swirl full of color, a sprinkle of dust
Left his hat on the lad playing rhythm guitar
He was last seen smiling through the cracked window pane
He was last heard sloshing through the parking lot rain
He mounted his taxi and zoomed, right into the blue harvest moon
Like a cat with a fiddle and a needle and spoon
From the tone of his cackle, he ain't coming back soon
What has happened to Unit 9?
Taken our car and stealing our time
He's a practicing prisoner on a purloined release
Like the wanton west that can never touch the east, he rides
Gliding for fish above a moonlit bay
He always called himself eagle eye, you know he said he would some day
Maybe he's found his maiden fair, with skin coarse as sand and swaying reed hair
Pulled into her love like an undertow, swallowed him whole and taken him low
A draught of thunder to shake off the rust
To make him wonder, to make him feel
A little something to sweeten the deal
A little plunder hidden away in a mind corridor out of the light of day
A little something to gaze upon, when he's back in his dungeon when the ride is done
When spring time came limping in
They scraped me out and tucked me in
The toe of an old bus driver's shoe and fastened me down with tacks and glue
Pounded down on the coarse hard earth
Wore a hole in the sole for to give me birth
Summer heat and stinking feet drove me out into the wild
Out the hole into the street to become a bluce collar manchild
Dressed me in a blue bus driver's shirt
Kissed my head and sent me off to work
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