Frank Black

What is there to say ?
Still I can`t be silent
Hear the cult of ray
And you`ll be enlightened
People, they`re no fun
I saw raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding on your adam`s apple
And you can`t hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again ?
In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he`s waiting
In the old rain
In the dep sky