Из альбома: Document and Eyewitness
The head of priests say their prayers, sing their psalms, and wave their charms
They save their souls, they sell their fears, they grow their beards, and shave their heads
And then we all
Try to make up our minds
Keeps shoving those double-thick slices of electric salad down my throat
Stop slipping those thinly-spread, buttered salmon sandwiches into my suit