Lyrics:

Riddles of the wonderment.
Wonders of the firmament.
Let alone laid up and laying low.
Things could've been better.
They could not have gotten any worse...
When there were tears in the alleyway
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse.
The snakes and the sawtooths
Lay loving the buck,
Spending all their time setting up camp
And running amok.
There's an absurd remark about contender
And repulsion... She's not that hard to find.
There's a conclusion here based on surrender,
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind.
There's a town up in the high desert
Where Dr. Gene says the demons run...
Along side a chunk of heaven hovering there where a
Wind in the image of the throne rides shotgun.
Light is not the neon filler...
Not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark.
Light is the Moses.
Splitting the waves in a sea of dark.
There once was a man without a paddle up the creek.
Who could not talk his way out of a paper bag
When he tried to speak.
Now they claim him as a genius that they chose to seek.
Though he still hasn't had both oars in the water
When his stream of consciousness begins to leak.
There's a street called Hollywood Boulevard.
Where a Christ with cross wheels his wood.
And the dipping, dripping lips in the sideshow
Bar turn and gaze, swallow hard and wonder
'Now how could...?'
Light is not the neon filler...
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark.
Light is the Moses.
Spilling it's way unto the sea of dark.
There's an absurd remark about contender...
And Repulsa, she's not that hard to find.
There's an ending here based on surrender,
And the general dismissal on the merit of mankind.
Things could've been better.
They could not have gotten any worse...
When the tears lay in the alleyway
And laughter waiting outside in the hearse.
Light is not the neon filler...
It's not the memory of sun filled days by solar spark.
'I love you Hank'
'Just like Layla.'