in the beginning there was nothing going down
at all tell the truth now brother louie
you sold the furnishings effects fixtures
you sold the pews –what goes-
exactly how is it you lost the score -now
back at the slaughterhouse the pigs await you
it’s another job not as lucrative you may say
but in spirit quite the same
and the stench in your hands
of course i also had a revelation but
i wouldn't lust aplenty in its pursuit knowing
beforehand it was just my imagination
running away from me -i had to abandon
any boffo dream or i would’ve lost myself along
with those cretins chasing me and to whom i say
boo bab boo bab boo bab baby it's alright ooh
and it's okey -trust
me
you may yet spin towards the fuckin light
the orb winding nonstop blinds the seer
quazars blow his mind and the raving
atom
with its charge concealed frightens the wits out
of his silly mind he can only conceive an universe malign apocalypse at hand he cries and busies on
his private dream knowing not whence it come
from -what recipe or spice it is all the same
whatever his hot crave it's always lucifer
brother louie speaks in earnest all innocence
up front but again bitterly gross with guilt
any notion riddled with nonsense is welcomed
good and proper while his rudder’s fixed on babble
faith to guide the sinner to the promised land
treading so as not to mortify the dead -death
precisely the final destination after our spell
every prophet's lie from immemorial days
(here's the end in song for you bro’ read with me
‘the killer
awoke before dawn he put his boots on
and he walked
on down the hall…’ go on read)
