The Bewlay Brothers
And so the story goes they wore the clothesThey said the things to make it seem improbableThe whale of a lie like they hope it wasAnd the goodmen tomorrowHad their feet in the wallowAnd their heads of Brawn were nicer shornAnd how they bought their positions with saccharin and trustAnd the world was asleep to our latent fussSighing, the swirl through the streetsLike the crust of the sunThe Bewlay BrothersIn our Wings that BarkFlashing teeth of BrassStanding tall in the darkAnd we were GoneHanging out with your Dwarf MenWe were so turned onBy your lack of conclusions
I was Stone and he was WaxSo he could scream and still relax, unbelievableAnd we frightened the small children awayAnd our talk was old and dust would flowThru our veins and Lo! It was midnightBack o' the kitchen doorLike the grim face on the Cathedral floorAnd the solid book we wroteCannot be found todayAnd it was Stalking time for the MoonboysThe Bewlay BrothersWith our backs on the archIn the Devil-may-be-hereBut He can't sing about thatAnd we were GoneReal Cool TradersWe were so Turned OnYou thought we were Fakers
Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawnedThe Factor Max that proved the fact is melted downAnd woven on the edging of my pillowNow my Brother lays upon the RocksHe could be dead, He could be not, he could be YouHe's Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"The Bewlay BrothersIn the feeble and the BadThe Bewlay BrothersIn the Blessed and ColdIn the Crutch-hungry DarkWas where we flayed our MarkAnd we were GoneKings of OblivionWe were so Turned OnIn the Mind-Warp Pavilion
Lay me place and bake me PieI'm starving for me GravyLeave my shoes, and door unlockedI might just slip awayJust for the Day, Hey!Please come Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]