A punkoid opera in C flat and razor sharp



We have traveled pain and love

To call ourselves high born

Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is legend

Lunacy is legend



Words I fear that clutch my crutch

And drive your senses crazy

Men or women too get blue,

so don't make living hazy

No don't make living hazy



Once in youth the wisdom crouched

Deep inside my bedroom

Visitations now are scarce, winter life is lonely

Now winter life is lonely



Temples that are bleak and bleached

Are bleached up on the highway

God of truth returned just once

and made my prison homely



Don't make my life so lonely