In The Woods... - Dead Man's Creek lyrics

We've got electric light - electric sight Electric mother river You float on down from town to town where they Think they are in a certain charge Moody angels and a little tree-goat - We might even try and we might even float Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays We can see the garden flow with its electric face And the knowledge we gained from clouds Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle To gather up some rain C'mon, the river rape them - Slaves of the moon And the monster will turn up in the end To settle down next June So, why do they strive across their stream of lies For they might turn vital, mean and wild And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn Them 'till they die I will leave far tonight You'd better find another Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment... Through and through