Turning back ten thousand years

it's all a blur where the taxis go

monster man a willing friend

Lucy serves the melon cold



violent and delicious souls

four red trucks dressed illegally

mother knows how the bugle blows

gonna get caught gonna get caught

gonna get caught in her rug



this is not a conclusion

no revolution

just a little confusion

on where your head has been



boats made out of paper float

dreams made up for the Banana King, darling

crumbs you have lapped freely of

devious we all have been



violent and delicious souls

violent and delicious souls

this is not a conclusion

no revolution

just a little confusion

on where your head has been