A Machine Spiritual (In the People's Key)
The People’s Key ringing through arena seatsThe black machine played it all from memoryA fever dream, well, I’ll come back eventuallyTo wade into the water, another and another we go
Form some kind of codeThe bodies floatAnd form some kind of codeThe bodies floatSomeone is out to know
Papa Hobo don’t hide your eyesMother Mountain don’t kill your unborn childHis day is comingHis day is coming
A question burns beneath the centuries of dirtThat voice you’ve heard, well, every head is a different worldWhere mine is concerned, I boarded up the windowsA catatonic plateau, a backwards, black-faced minstrel show
So just let me goThe prisoner moansOh just let me goThe prisoner moansNo one has to know
Eva Braun went to dye her hairLittle Hitler sat in his giant’s chairAnd dreamed of nowhereAnd dreamed and dreamed and dreamed
The People’s Key ringing filling everythingThe theme repeats, thinner than the galaxyImpart to me your wisdom and eventuallyI’ll float into the ether, another from another we grow
Form some kind of codeOf flesh and boneWe form some kind of codeOf flesh and boneNo, you are not alone
History bows and it steps asideIn the jungle there are columns of purple light
We are starting overWe are startingWe are starting