Lyrics:

Simple men within the temple
Singing soft oh gracious light
While savages beneath the stars
Charted souls projected flights
With their axes and their swords
Put away for the night
Cometh dance
Cometh song
Cometh lute
Cometh pipe
The road warrior Nazareth patriot
Sighing Zion in excess
While the Lord and God of faces
Donned a youthful chain and dress
You have heard it said
"Make it great again"
Make your own self great
That's a good place to begin
Begin
When the devil plays his fiddle
I'm gonna meet ya in the middle
Friend
With my silver droid companion
Beeping at my side
As we gazed into the moonset
Wondering where in space we'd hide
All the green skinned princes
In systems far away
Saying proverbs I can't mean
In a language I can't say
Say
And if these alkaloids elicited
The origins of my mind
Then why is the jackalope approaching
Winking both its beady eyes?
Oh ye wizards of ineptitude
You've conspired for my end
As the flames of hell come rolling
On the Santa Ana wind
Wind
When the devil plays his fiddle
I'm gonna meet ya in the middle
Friend

I rode a steamboat through the jungle
With a fever and a rod
Cursing all that dared to live
Cursing me and thee and God
And the arrows of the natives
Lept forth and skewered me
Don't we come here in a wonder?
Don't we leave in mystery?
Mystery
And when we sailed into that salt lake
It was dead as hope itself
And we beached the damned craft
Seeking death to no avail
There will be no hell to pay
No, hell has came and went
There is no one left to kill
There is sand and that is it
It
When the devil plays his fiddle
I'm gonna I see ya in the middle
Friend