I ain't often one Who'd be having a crisis in faith Though I would not be the one That you'd come asking anyway I ain't no big believer In the virtues of belief Though I would not say that outside looking Out's a virtue either
And you may... You may think your right You may think that you have But see you have not man It is all a waste of time
Na, nah nah...
I ain't philistine, friend or ally I ain't no one's fools 'cept mine I ain't big on talk of getting on Or tanning someone's hide If anything, you come to be Thus bound to go sometime Yeah, you can pipe me up your chimney I was born of clear blue skies To a white skinned girl with pale blue eyes
Na, nah nah...
I see a million injured eyeballs Staring into the throat And they're gutting one another with solicitous joy And feeding it scraps with a frenzied devotion A burning river of the worst men have Is the best you can believe in Let it balm you, then enbalm you And you might float your body down it in peace Aand I'll be fine Up there on the bank With my flashlight In a pair of pig skin tights!