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What is there to say ?
Still I can`t be silent
Hear the cult of Ray
And you`ll be enlightened
People, they`re no fun
I saw Raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding on your Adam`s apple
And you can`t hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again ?
In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he`s waiting
In the old rain
In the dep sky
And he`s waiting
Hear the cult of Ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have a way
When their mood is violent
People, They`re no fun
I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn`t matter
This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter
You can`t eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee
And can`t smile cause I got me a mouthful
And I`ve been grinding this grain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again
In a dark place
In the deep water
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he`s waiting
In the old rain