Conduit

Well, the devil’s blowing coal
Through the smokestacks of your mind
Dylan’s hanging on the cross
The piano’s doing fan

Jacob’s on the ladder
Smoking candy cigarettes
The chinaman’s got heartburn
And a thousand tv sets

With arms as big as airplanes
He ripped his momma’s blouse
The preacher man is hiding now
But we know he’s in the house

And you think i’ve depthed the fathoms
But you’d better guess again
I don’t understand these spirits, no.
I only channel them.

The taxidermist picked me up
At 22:15
He fixed my troubled mind
And then he took me home again

The river’s melting quickly
But the sky has disappeared
The mohicans don’t leave nothing
But a single unshed tear

The midway’s closing down
But it’s been a lovely run
And 50 years means nothing
If the town’s been having fun

And you think i’ve depthed the fathoms
But you’d better guess again
I don’t understand these spirits, no.
I only channel them.