there is a man sitting on his chair he doesn’t care where it comes from the scum don’t you dare are you unaware of the air in the sphere and above modelling her hair and what she’ll wear she’s the sum of his income fair is rare so the bear on the floor and the gem on the diadem condemn the man spick and span to the bone on his throne he has snipers on the phone he alone he sets the tone gets the millions and the billions
with no dirt on his hands but he’s got blood on his hands

scratch scratch scratch `til it burns

there is a rig drilling deep more than thirty thousand feet into the floor offshore don’t you dare are you unaware of the core that will soar gas kicks in the air over there need to fix the bricks of the ixtoc lock the dock to horizon lies in deepwater you suck deepwater you chuck your shit to the world it’s a hit of a nightmare how dare you have no clue get the millions and the billions
with no dirt on your hands but you’ve got blood on your hands

scratch scratch scratch `til it burns

look at the man who pulls the strings behind the scenes he has oil in the veins and a plan in his head `bout some diamonds and some islands and some new cars and some blue blood stars in his bed
look at the man who pulls the strings behind the scenes who defined the means and the screens he declined it’s not his face in the spotlight not his risk in the blood night this rot of mankind god of profit pot of money how can he be such a man spick and span

see the violence
aah

today this life will never be the same again as today when the sun is shining so bright into my face we are happy singers in the etchy rain and dancing on bombastic lanes today we are looking forward to a brighter day looking for a brighter day today today looking forward to the future looking for a future

this day fixed smiles all over the place this day this day oh this day when every heart is beating so easy-going are we the superior species tell me what the hell we do this day do we know where we will go the further day looking for a brighter day today today looking forward to the future looking for a future

ha ha and the show goes on ha ha grin and bear it now ha ha after party time will never be as current as today looking for another day today today looking forward to the future looking for a future

you are a layer the billow haze you switch the prayer back to the gaze
you are the will-o‘-the-wisp shaking the sail you are morgana you are the fay
you are the siren call shiver in space

you are an odd eye within the gloam you catch the lone stray out of the foam
you are the will-o‘-the-wisp shaking the sail you are morgana you make em fail
you are the siren call you are the freezing grace

you are a creature spell o‘ between you jar the preacher down on the knee
you are the will-o‘-the-wisp shaking the sail you are morgana you are the witch
you are morgana you are the witch you are morgana you are the witch
you are morgana you are morgana you are morgana morgana morgana …

obscure my mind enfold me wind me in mist lead me to the bay lead me to the bay

four men at cattle corner one of em a foreigner
a melody wailing in the air silence on sweetwater square
showdown at mcbains vengeance running through the veins
reminded of a hangman’s noose harmonica admits no excuse
exhausted shoulders feeling scrappy keep your loving brother happy
brother’s life on his shoulder he left alone and some years older
and once the dust has settled one is leaving among the cattle
sweetwater is waiting for you
someone always is
one is waiting for you