Break into the backroom See a mural of myself Sketched in charcoal and then oil With a code and link to buy Fuck QAnon and my ex-wife Haven’t seen her in a while Smelt a stranger vape granola Wondered if her dog has died Then I see her in the night Painting me but as a child He’s coming back He’s coming back He’s coming back
There’s a Neolithic pathway On a ley line near a church Where I sell oranges to cabbages Oh why? It never works That’s why I’m always in the dirt Feel it heavy in my blood I work the garden of the hospice Where my family goes to rot Singing alleluia what What the fuck is all this shit I was promised milk and honey But there’s nothing make it stop There’s a holiness in nothing And from the hole there is a seed He’s coming back He’s coming back He’s coming back
Pretend the government is governing Daguerreotype me as I tell the president that I am him He’ll sentence me to life I sense in all of you a light So if you feel it let it shine And shun the aliens in armouries With artificial minds I’m in the desert getting high I’m making adverts on the side He’s coming back He’s coming back He’s coming back He’s coming back He’s coming back He’s coming
Vanishing man A guitar on his back Making love to the future Making peace with the past Nothing was fake He said God's in the lake Always pushing me sideways As we'd walk by the edge Push the darkness away Push the darkness away Push the dark dark dark Darkness away
Vanishing man Said he’d go to Iraq Said he rally the troops there And fight the US And when we were ten He'd tell stories of Zen All of this had to happen So he packed up and left Fight the darkness away Fight the darkness away Fight the dark dark dark Darkness away
And when he came back He’d a gun in his hand And from ceiling to floorboards Was the smell of black paint And the air was cement And his voice was an axe Cried if Jesus can’t save me Then nobody can Wash the darkness away Wash the darkness away Wash the dark dark dark Darkness away
Shorty was a big big bad Stupid chemical crap Everything’s fatal man There’s beauty in the way I am
Shorty was a piece of cake Running up to meet her there But I caught a terrible cold I don’t know where anything goes But that’s the only way I know Get you a boy who can I I am There’s beauty in the way I am
Sunset from the eyes of sun Beauty for the mammal mind Beauty in the river runs Ah ah that’s the note I recognise it from The song ah ah That I know Ooo ooo ooo Faces of the beauty fair I’m running up to meet you there I I am I'll hold you while I can
Shorty was a piece of ass I’ll say anything to be a man But I don’t know where anything goes Beauty in the great unknown
She screaming at me I want more Saying gimie gimie gimie your glance But that’s not what I call love Beauty when I say I can’t I I I am I I I oo
Shorty was a pitch black car Beauty was a man on mars A fat Romanian cat Is holding up a mirror to God
