Conduit

Well, the devil’s blowing coal

Through the smokestacks of your mind

Dylan’s hanging on the cross

The piano’s doing fan

Jacob’s on the ladder

Smoking candy cigarettes

The chinaman’s got heartburn

And a thousand tv sets

With arms as big as airplanes

He ripped his momma’s blouse

The preacher man is hiding now

But we know he’s in the house

And you think i’ve depthed the fathoms

But you’d better guess again

I don’t understand these spirits, no.

I only channel them.

The taxidermist picked me up

At 22:15

He fixed my troubled mind

And then he took me home again

The river’s melting quickly

But the sky has disappeared

The mohicans don’t leave nothing

But a single unshed tear

The midway’s closing down

But it’s been a lovely run

And 50 years means nothing

If the town’s been having fun

And you think i’ve depthed the fathoms

But you’d better guess again

I don’t understand these spirits, no.

I only channel them.