Vampire On Titus

Comes a sign of wasted times
I will wait no more
Ever trudging through the aimless
Forest we explore
In our boots and money chains
Misfitting cloaks we can't contain
Hidden hates of urgency
Declaring our emergency
And up the tallest window world
The distance was not clear
Unoccupied with brutish thoughts
We had no cause to fear
A lesson so severe
Hotter than the fire we build
Darker than the truth
Ignorance reflected in
The windows of our youth
Push me now beyond the bounds
Of healing hands and thorny crowns
And all the sadness it implies
I've tasted with my own two eyes
And as the catlle rack was cleaned
The floor was brightly stained
And larger though we grew in size
Not a thing was gained
But fate has so ordained

I walked into a place--a living space of total grace

I stepped into a place--a living space of total grace

And time without 'cause i'm tripped out is through

And there's nothing i'd rather do than be here right now

There's nothing i'd rather do...

It isn't quite ready, it's almost 5:30

Scholars and flunkees

Faggots and junkies

Incinerator in a blood red sky

Kill the head and the body will die

I can't tell you that i'm happy

But i can tell you that my clothes are snappy

It's time to draw the line

Superman died tonight

Ate a pound of kryptonite

Drank a quart of brotherly love

Fell straight from the sky above

And if there's a hell below

Kenneth ray ain't gonna go

He lost his soul in the korean war

I lost my concentration when he opened the door

It's time to draw the line

Shot down from the rafters and off to everafter

Consider this a failure, so be it--urchin promise

The curse is working--the trail of bodies

That leaves no suspect, what did you expect?

And get it, get it here, get it now

The news is not worthy

Don't even look

You're cornered into thinking

Invited to the lynching

Specify instructions

I'll shoot the arrow straight up

I'll frame your holy mugshot

Add insult to buckshot

And then i'll drink with glycerol frog-eye

Yeah, she can tell you every detail..

I'm sitting on 2 heads

"some seat" i heard some said

Just waiting for sunday

Four days after wednesday

The higher clouds are closing in

To hide the deeds of fertile jim

Could this be a brand new low

One that we can't talk about

One that we can't live without

One that we can join in now

I'm standing on 2 feet

Now buried in concrete

Just waiting for sundown

So as to be not found

The higher clouds...

The white line of tracers
For the facers of the aftermath
Positioned in the situation
Lost in battles of love
Not learning not returning
Unborn unhatched
Yeah but wait
It's time to collide
To decide, if you will
A purpose for the marchers in orange
Still circus for the children in disguise
Throwing bones to the drug-sniffing dogs
Projecting what we've come to know as ours
For the colors we wear in our dreams
For the flags we fly in our films

Now and then it's a way out life

Yes, indeed it's a strange effect

A couple o' brothers with a jar full of oil

Said "grab it quick before it spoil"

What about it?

What about it?

Time is money if not well spent

Ain't now doubt it takes practice

To reprogram that static jive

And fly away like grandfather five

What about it?

What about it?

(we're finding time for wasting time)

In this bitter world

Known only as a number

It was given.

Blessed in its task

I transform into superior sector janitor x

My coats are blue

But my visions are white (aren't they?)

My automated spouse has a bug in her blouse

Invading my private space

And secretly she sees...

My cyber-son has found my gun

My favorite son has found my gun

...and now the fun begins...