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 celcius Baby, step into my bungalow 'Cause I'm a soul factory Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me I'm a dream weaving man Don't you want to be my friend The puppeteers 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 I'm a soul factory Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me I'm a dream weaving man Don't you want to 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 Well, are you fresh out of cigarettes Baby, take another drag of my limerick I want to be a brand new addiction To curb your affliction and temper that pounding head Feel the moonlights silver crown, Your naked frame like an evening gown I want to settle your shivers on the banks of the river Outside the federal bounds I'm a soul factory Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me I'm a dream weaving man Don't you want to be my friend Yes, I'm a soul factory Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me I'm a dream weaving man Don't you want to be my friend