The Desert Sessions - At the Helm of Hells Ships lyrics

Cat's eyes Circle the globe on protruding white stalks Dancers with green trays, baskets Snakes slither and probe A bridge of dog size A bench, a chair She's so fine that naked lady of mine Slight turn in repose The lings out on the moan The churbs so small A chorus of fogs step on empty streets Of forest greens, lanes We all walk in the straight line Nice and tight We all walk in a straight line Nice and tight Elvis bleeds from the eyes Madonnas light up the skies Kneel before the potato And kiss the forehand of Siva Sunset and Vine Walk in the straight line With my neon My neon Walk in the straight line Nice and tight Jesus t-shirts Airport chieftains Blow-dried smiles Nothing is sacred No one is safe Whispers of secrets walk Through these streets where my lady lies Sacredness Walkin' with my neon Neon Walkin the straight line Nice and Tight Human chases at their Jesse Helms Guiding the gnomes and Their clone children, the king's dominion Here, kitty, kitty Here, kitty, kitty With my neon