Soul Factory

Well, the water is warm tonight

Not to mention incredibly high

With the spirits of the trees that effectively deem

Your company especially right

They nearly burned down Whiskey Row

On the fringe of the Ohio

But if your thirst needs a quenching and some good Celsius-ing

Baby, step into my bungalow

'Cause I'm a soul factory, don't you wanna make

Sweet and tender love to me

I'm a dream-weavin' man

Don't you wanna be my friend

The puppeteer's got tangled-up wires again

On his humanoid marionette

He'll say you can't drink the honey as he counts his money

And tells you how to live

He's got clouds of kerosene

That'll blow your mind to smithereens

But if you burn from the center and learn yourself better

Then, baby, what a wonderful thing

'Cause I'm a soul factory, don't you wanna make

Sweet and tender love to me

I'm a dream-weavin' man

Don't you wanna be my friend

Well, if you try to avoid the rain

You'll get wetter than you've ever been

So let's rely on the sky to forever baptize

The blood beneath our skin

And darling, don't you fuss, something bigger than us

Is waiting just around the bend

Are you fresh out of cigarettes

Baby, take another drag of my limerick

Let me be your brand new addiction to curb your affliction

And temper that pounding head

And feel the moonlight's silver crown

Your naked frame like an evening gown

I wanna settle your shivers on the banks of the river

Outside the federal bounds

'Cause I'm a soul factory, don't you wanna make

Sweet and tender love to me

I'm a dream-weavin' man

Don't you wanna be my friend (Yes, please!)

I'm a soul factory, don't you wanna make

Sweet and tender love to me

I'm a dream-weavin' man

Don't you wanna be my friend

(Don't you?)