Lyrics:

Stranger in a strange land
Strange to have no better plan
Iggy pops up in Berlin
At a weimar vending machine

Press s.a.n.d for sandwich
Out pops a pre-packed bagof sand
Ten thousand grains in a kleine packet
He can hide it in his hand

As god in the act of creation
Flings out a galaxy of stars
As they slip through his fingers
Show him the way to the next whiskey bar
Street lights bleaching out the sky

Burn up all the space he needs
Street lights bleaching out the sky
Never thought much about boredom
Wasn’t something that bothered me
The hunt for work the search for grace
This oppressive variety

Street lights bleaching out the sky
Burn up all the space he needs
Street lights bleaching out the sky
No box no suitcase to hide it
Need twenty acres to set it free
No ceremony in detroit
Change its name to entropy

Sisters and brothers I regret to inform
The veil is torn the priest has gone
But the moon is hidden
The God red eye of a shit brown dog
Lying all wounded alone in the vastness
The priest is gone, the priest is gone
I stumbled and fell and scrambled around
Terrible struggles twix and flimsy gauze
Excuses twinges and heartaches
Await sutside the sun bakes I wait
But the Priest is gone, But the Priest is gone
A survival manual a blind man
Feeling the face of a darling child
Ah! He is gone back to beyond
Mankind snivels, footprints stretch
Across tattered meadows bloom
round in circles of sex
a snakes eye blinksstaggers and dims

a bubbling cauldron of sad lonely beans
a dirty vest
the priest is gone now