The fire next time The monkeys are in the belfry As they bide their time Awaiting some instructions from deviant minds Monkey's in the belfry
Here we are again at battered crossroads With no satelite To guide us pass the poppies Growing over night This grounds unsafe to dream on Well here's the scene A young man who can't stand the glare of magazines A man who want to blow up all this filth and greed To blind himself and bind himself And the fingers point To the witches from the east Other fingers taunt the witches of the west When the mind is washed and the brain goes numb And the lion has no range to roam Poor scarecrow cannot feed his own And the tin man now a heart of stone ♪ Boy in the balloon Made his bed washed his hands Leaving home His home Another belt to his hide Now the masquerade is always on Always on Well so the riddle goes She left on a boat Or a train Was it north towards new haven? Or west toward flint hills He's gone long gone Gone long gone ♪ Our cell phones whistle like strange birds As we're all plugged in to our different worlds Cameras point then take the shot Rarely look around at what we've got Yes the cut worm will forgive the plow At the death and resurrection show