clear spirits, i need no greater proof the proof of me is you i'm swallowing the evidence it's the only thing to do
everything they did to build this pyramid all the souls who died you could see 'em in the pharaoh's eyes with a far away gaze written on his face mistakes some day they'll make him live with that
i am dead and i am buried and my body is erupting(?) and the worms they are all feasting on my face and on my fingers and you laugh as my epitaph gets worn down by the water gets worn down by the wind of sons and daughters as to lies within(?)
the tremors started gently but then the city shakes first we lost grand central soon the rest fell in its wake the bridge and tunnels all collapsed it took us days to build a raft from metro cars and deli bands(?) we portish(?) up to hackensack
central park seems like a dream to me now
clear spirits, i need no greater proof the proof of me is you i'm swallowing the evidence it's the only thing to do
there's a brass band playin' while i'm selling my soul to satan hands thrown up in the air cuz we, like, just don't care (sing it like a valley girl)