Dead Man's Creek

We've got electric light - electric sight

Electric mother river

You float on down from town to town where they

Think they are in a certain charge

Moody angels and a little tree-goat

- We might even try and we might even float

Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays

We can see the garden flow with its electric face

And the knowledge we gained from clouds

Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle

To gather up some rain

C'mon, the river rape them

- Slaves of the moon

And the monster will turn up in the end

To settle down next June

So, why do they strive across their stream of lies

For they might turn vital, mean and wild

And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn

Them 'till they die

I will leave far tonight You'd better find another

Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment...

Through and through