Memory Is Parallax

Jesus, Trilby and Tree

Movie house, president city

Sugar in the gas tank and sand in the Vaseline

Buck sixty-five in foreign currencies

Just in case and for emergencies

I keep double copies, single pairs

Of plastic explosive if I need them for signal flares

Gosh darn it, I'm the intensifying image of your last hope incarnate

Five percent fairy tale

Ninety-five percent of me is hard work and I rarely fail

Even though I'm very pale I wear a suit of armor and

In the summertime I ride my bike and get a farmer's tan

Forty-one thirty and I'm okay for hours

Backstage at the showcase I want bouquets of flowers

A large order of fries and I'm sort of surprised

Because the same thing happened in the Lord of the Flies

When Piggy lost his glasses and got crushed by a boulder

Thanks, you know, and even though I'm touched I am older

Forty-seven thousand five hundred and sixteen

All I need's a flexed wrist

Stupid DJs would give their right arm to be ambidextrous

The path of radical thought is mathematical

I subtract distractions in addition to inhibitions

Now come on everybody, click your heels and do the Dorothy

Don't go lookin' for trees through the forestry

I'll calmly and gladly tell your mommy and daddy

That their little baby girl is part of an experiment

I never meant to scare anyone, I've been honest, I've been nice

But I feel like I'm skating on thin ice

And my skates need sharpening, I got hardwood floors

But I cover them up with some nice shag carpeting

I pulled whole lots of dollars out of whole lots of pockets

Life is still just a big old bowl of cherries

I love berries to chew on and any kind of fruit juice

I used to always either have a bleeding nose or loose tooth

That was in the seventies, I'll tell you ladies and gentlemen

That apathy in the nineties replaced the eighties adrenaline

These be the things that the world says to censor

And it'll snap your head back like an old-fashioned PEZ dispenser

So try to stay on top of it, in fact knowing opposites attract

The best thing might be to open windows for security

As we slip into obscurity and something more comfortable

Try to bear in mind that memory is parallax

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

So help me God

1973

Then like a thunderclap, the ritual of steel begins

Words can't describe all the scratches and yelling

Words can't describe all the scratches and yelling

Words can't describe all the scratches and yelling

Words can't describe all the scratches and yelling

He must endure the ritual of steel

Smite him, smite him