you say you have begun to see
thru the picture of eden
the schemes of paradise
society and its ways
we're animals who build cathedrals
we pray for the high-flying birds of prey
we're victims and vile conquistadors
we find, we love, we destroy
and yet it's all just a game
a polo game
the field is high on flames
and d**h is the strangest gift
a surprise we all know will arrive
on a sidecar motorbike
and d**h is the strangest gift
a broker too shy to speak
about the price of meat
excuse me
he says but doesn't knock
am I too early
did I interrupt