Captain Beefheart And The Magic Band - Bat Chain Puller lyrics

Bat chain Puller Bat chain puller Puller, puller A chain with yellow lights That glistens like oil beads On its slick smooth trunk That trails behind on tracks, and thumps A wing hangs limp and retreats Bat chain puller Puller puller Bulbs shoot from its snoot And vanish into darkness It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth Sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws Announces it's coming in the morning This train with grey tubes That houses people's very thoughts and belongings. Bat chain puller Puller puller This train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts, Their very remains and belongings. A grey cloth patch Caught with four threads In the hollow wind of its stacks Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks, Lunging the cushioned thickets. Pumpkins span the hills With orange Crayola patches. Green inflated trees Balloon up into marshmallow soot That walks away in faulty circles, Caught in grey blisters With twinkling lights and green sashes Drawn by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths That blister and break in agony In zones of rust They gild gold sawdust into dust. Bat chain puller, Puller puller.