life's ultimate sonet
to be drawn on a canvas
with no beginning and no ending
yet guided by the colors of the rainbow
and sung in the key of light.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
From the Black Forest
To a view of the Alps
We are stranded on a mountain
Hear the St. Bernard yelps
Swig off the saving grace
That is attached at the throat
To live another day
At death I will gloat
Gloat not,
for death is but another avenue of life.
Which will lead you back
to face what you once left undone.
SIN EATERS--We take the moral excrement we find in this equation and we bury it down deep inside of us so that the rest of our case can stay pure. That is the job. We are morally indefensible and absolutely necessary.
Undone like my jacket
Up in the mountains
Nice big doggy
Making me feel warm
He knows of no love
He knows of no past life
Trained to save the lost soul
The soul which which trying to get closer
By being up a mountain
Comments
With a harsher sound
Religion, religion, religion
Bury your dead in the ground
And the South hates the North
And the Catholics hate the Prodestants
And the Prodestants hate the Catholics
And that is the news
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars & cents,
pounds schillings and pence
Leave the land
A leprechaun and a shamrock
I shall travel with in my hand
There's a rainbow
In my pot of gold
I think I'll take a piece to hold
Skip over England
Hovercraft the English Channel
Boujour France
Avec moi
French ou Francais Red Red Wine
Makes me feel so fine, fine, f.i.n.e.
The tower she looks like mechano
Fridays I go painting at the Louvre
Is that hair under her arms?
Merlot
HAIR
Mon dieu!
to be drawn on a canvas
with no beginning and no ending
yet guided by the colors of the rainbow
and sung in the key of light.
and when im gone
and the book is wrote
or written or who the fuck ever cares
hi to much beer
Make a party in France sure
Join us anytime
Help us sup up the wine
Like life itself
To the Louvre
My eyes thirst
Posed naked for this?
Greeks and Romans and Martians
Art from all over the universe
Miss my home
Enjoy the silence
It speaks volumes
Time for a smoke break
Auvoir France
Holland is a calling
Smoke break indeed
I'd like a space cake
To go with my weed
Light up a stick
If hash dosen't do it for you
Weed might be the trick
It all puts me over
I'll float on the shores
I'll walk on the water
Hope it dosen't flood
Live sex shows
Boat rides through the cities
Sex for sale
We're so high
Is that how we stay afloat?
One day maybe it will be where I'll call home
Over the border to Germany
Zieg hiel!!!!
Schirkerfurkenstien
You know what I mean
It's not all over
It's Hanover!
To a view of the Alps
We are stranded on a mountain
Hear the St. Bernard yelps
Swig off the saving grace
That is attached at the throat
To live another day
At death I will gloat
for death is but another avenue of life.
Which will lead you back
to face what you once left undone.
Up in the mountains
Nice big doggy
Making me feel warm
He knows of no love
He knows of no past life
Trained to save the lost soul
The soul which which trying to get closer
By being up a mountain
But to seek your soul
To cleanse it
To free it
To open it up for all to see
You are beautiful inside
Was Hitler sane
Questions arise when in Deutchland
A proud people this Germans
Germany's past
USA & Israel's future
They always say history repeats itself
Ah remember them
Yodalehheewho
Switzerland calling
Must stop by Gouda
For some Gouda
I'm sure it will be good-a