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What is there to say ?
Still I cant be silent
Hear the cult of Ray
And youll be enlightened
People, theyre 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 scr*pple
And upstarts feeding on your Adams apple
And you cant 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 hes waiting
In the old rain
In the dep sky
And hes waiting
Hear the cult of Ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have a way
When their mood is violent
People, Theyre no fun
I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesnt matter
This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter
You cant eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee
And cant smile cause I got me a mouthful
And Ive 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 hes waiting
In the old rain