nauta nautae

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)