Cowboy Junkies - Reliquary lyrics

Out of the brilliant sky in Dealy Plaza Like a spinning taco chip of fate Into the salsa bowl of cosmic wonder Dropped a fragment of the head of state Caught it bare-handed in full extension Like Willie Mays at the Polo Grounds Except I didn’t hit the cut off man I kept it for myself Now it’s… In the center of my reliquary In the basement of my bungalow Behind the picket fence that leans like crooked teeth In my scale model of the gra**y knoll Tourists coming through may find me creepy But fees just love me, this I know I see bags & bags of money floating in The formaldehyde of my eyes I kept the bottom jaw of Ruby’s dog As a clip for my bolo tie The paws I had sold at auction Built the extension on my garage Where in the rafters curled in 12-gauge plastic With a red pen behind her ear Lee Harvey Oswald’s fourth grade teacher Every fall I give her legs a stretch In the center of my reliquary We do a loosy-goosy Skip-To-My-Lou In my tux with the magic bullet cufflinks And a blood shot boutineer Dosey-doe, pop your partner in a limousine Let their back brace keep them in your sights Look, there’s bags & bags of money floating in The cross-hares of your eyes Sometimes I think, let him rest in peace Like a collector’s commemorative plate When I think that I’m really thinkin’ Rest in peace, ya pieces of eight! Rest in peace, ya pieces of eight! Rest in peace? Ya, pieces of eight! ‘Cause I have bits of Jack and Jackie floating in The formaldehyde of my eyes I see Caroline and John-John floating in The formaldehyde of my eyes I see placemats, coffee mugs floating in The formaldehyde of my eyes I see t-shirts, hit records floating in The formaldehyde of my eyes… In the middle of my reliquary Got the American Dream in a jar