In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumour spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster Who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned And the monster was me Well, I said hello and I said hello And I asked: Why not? And I replied: I don't know So we asked a simple black bird Who was happy as can be Well he laughed insane and quipped Kahlil Gibran So I cried for all the others Till the day was nearly through For I realized that God's a young man too So I said: So long and I waved Bye-bye And I smashed my soul And traded my mind Got laid by a young bordello I was vaguely half asleep For which my reputation Swept back home in drag And the moral of this magic spell Negotiates my hide When God did take my logic for a ride (Riding along) He swallowed his pride and puckered his lips And showed me the leather belt round his hips My knees were shaking my cheeks aflame He said: You'll never go down to the Gods again (Turn around, go back!) He struck the ground a cavern appeared And I smelt the burning pit of fear We crashed a thousand yards below I said: Do it again, do it again (Turn around, go back!) His nebulous body swayed above His tongue swollen with devil's love The snake and I, a venom high I said: Do it again, do it again (Turn around, go back!) Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply And I was seething Breathing deeply Spitting sentry, horned and tailed Waiting for you