What is there to say, still I can't be silent Hear the cult of Ray And you'll be enlightened People, they're no fun I saw Raymond speak one time, he said, "Hello" And as he opened up my mind, [Incomprehensible] so fried and battered I heard his words so very fine, so high above This constant dripping chatter Young sharks feeding on the scrapple And upstarts on your Adam's apple And you can't hear yourself in all this babble And are you feeling role strain Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal again Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal again In a dark place, in the deep sky Is an old man in a coffee can And he's waiting in the old rain In the deep sky, he's leaning He's leaning, he's leaning He's leaning, he's leaning Hear the cult of Ray Fear the boy as tyrant People have a way when their mood is violent People, they're no fun I have a century in mind, wait, oh no At least two centuries in mind, wait, it does not matter And this rock is turning into sand while we are drowning Here in our own shatter You can't eat dirt 'cause it tastes so awful Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee And I can't smile 'cause I got me a mouthful And I've been grinding this grain Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal again In a dark place in the deep water Is an old man in a coffee can And he's waiting in the old rain © SPIME SONGS; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com