Из альбома: Replicants
And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things
To make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie
Like they hope it was
And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of shorn
And how they bought their positions
With saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep
To our latent fuss
The Bewlay Brothers
In our Wings that Bark
Flashing teeth of Brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh
And we were gone
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions
I was Stone and he was Wax
So he could scream
And still relax
Unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old
And dust would flow
Thru our veins and Low it was midnight
Back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But He can't sing about that
Oh
And we were Gone
Real Cool Traders
We were so Turned On
You thought we were Fakers
Now the dress is hung
The ticket pawned
The Factor Max
That proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edges of my pillow
And my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead
He could be not
He could be You
He's Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and
Caricature
Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky
The Bewlay Brothers
In the Blessed and the Cold
In the Crutch-hungry Dark
Was where we flayed our Mark
Oh
And we were Gone
Kings of Oblivion
We were so Turned On
In the Mind-Warp Pavilion
Lay me place and bake me Pie
I'm starving for me Gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked
I might just slip away
Hey
Just for the Day
Hey
Please come Away
Hey
Just for the Day
Hey
Please come Away