Snake Oil

I can see the flame is kissing thin air I can see the holy ghost. I can see the man is selling snake oil, I get it free here on the coast. Kali Yuga, call it California, call it Call it anything you like There's a wilderness beyond your wildest, There's a coma in the stone. And I can feel it all around me, in the evening time. I can feel it all around me, everything is fine. I can feel it all around me... But nothing is as it seems Have you ever been to Paris, Texas? Have you ever been to Rhome? Do you feel like you are getting somewhere? Or does it chase you down the road? Come pouring down my heads an empty chalice, Spread my vision all around. I can see the man is selling snake oil, I can see it's all a joke. And I can feel it all around me, in the evening time. I can feel it all around me, everything is fine. I can feel it all around me... But nothing is as it seems But nothing is as it seems But nothing is as it seems But nothing is as it seems