Black Francis - The Cult of Ray lyrics

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, oh So fried and battered, I I heard his words so very fine So high above this constant dripping chatter Young sharks feeding on the scrapple, and It pushes up 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 Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal again In a dark place in the deep sky There's an old man in a coffee can And he's waitin' in the old rain In the deep sky and he's waitin And he's waiting And he's waiting And he's waiting And he's waiting Hear the Cult of Ray Fear the boy as tyrant People have their way When their mood is violent People: they're no fun I had a century in mind, wait, oh no At least two centuries in mind, wait It does not matter and This rock is turning into sand While we are drowning here in our own shatter But you can't eat dirt 'cause it tastes so awful Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee, and I can't smile 'cause I got me a mouthful, and I been grindin' this grain Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal Melting rock into metal again In a dark space in a deep water Lives an old man in a coffee can And he's waitin' in the old rain