I ain't often one 

Who'd be having a crisis in faith 

Though I would not be the one 

That you'd come asking anyway 

I ain't no big believer 

In the virtues of belief 

Though I would not say that outside looking 

Out's a virtue either 


And you may... 

You may think your right 

You may think that you have 

But see you have not man 

It is all a waste of time 


Na, nah nah... 


I ain't philistine, friend or ally 

I ain't no one's fools 'cept mine 

I ain't big on talk of getting on 

Or tanning someone's hide 

If anything, you come to be 

Thus bound to go sometime 

Yeah, you can pipe me up your chimney 

I was born of clear blue skies 

To a white skinned girl with pale blue eyes 


Na, nah nah... 


I see a million injured eyeballs 

Staring into the throat 

And they're gutting one another with solicitous joy 

And feeding it scraps with a frenzied devotion 

A burning river of the worst men have 

Is the best you can believe in 

Let it balm you, then enbalm you 

And you might float your body down it in peace 

Aand I'll be fine 

Up there on the bank 

With my flashlight 

In a pair of pig skin tights!