(R. Pollard - J. Pollard)



Are we ready? We are

Get a load of that

And get a taste of freedom

Your campaign for holy host is not all that easy

I promised you a garden

Not an empire of worms

That flood you with possession & sailboats & seasons

Not now - forever in love with death

Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe

Of sweet victory on the sea

'Til the morning arrives with her litter of trash

Bathing in the new grapes of wrath

I could make him a political savior

And I minor mutant of the cosmos

This waffle of religion

And Catholic infiltration

Smoke with Indians

Electric Indians

True blue Indians

Guru Indians

Not now - forever in love with death

Not now - taking an intoxicating breathe

Of sweet victory on the sea

'Til the morning arrives with her offspring of filth

Bathing in the product of her wealth