And so the story goes 
 they wore the clothes
 They said the things
 to make it seem improbable
 The whale of a lie
 like they hope it was
 And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
 Had their feet in the wallow
 And their heads of Brawn
 were nicer shorn
 And how they bought their positions with saccharin and [bad word] 
 And the world was asleep
 to our latent fuss
 Sighing, the swirl through the streets
 Like the [bad word] of the sun
 The Bewlay Brothers
 In our Wings that Bark
 Flashing teeth of Brass
 Standing tall in the dark
 Oh, And we were Gone
 Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
 We were so turned on
 By your lack of conclusions

 I was Stone and he was Wax
 So he could scream,
 and still relax, unbelievable
 And we frightened the small children away
 And our talk was old
 and dust would flow
 [bad word] our veins and Lo!
 it was midnight
 Back o' the kitchen door
 Like the grim face
 on the Cathedral floor
 And the solid book we wrote
 Cannot be found today

 And it was Stalking time
 for the Moonboys
 The Bewlay Brothers
 With our backs on the arch
 In the Devil-may-be-here
 But He can't sing about that
 Oh, And we were Gone
 Real Cool Traders
 We were so Turned On
 You thought we were Fakers

 Now the dress is hung,
 the ticket pawned
 The Factor Max that proved the fact
 Is melted down
 And woven on the edging of my pillow
 Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
 He could be dead, He could be not
 He could be You
 He's [bad word]  Corinthian and Caricature
 "Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
 The Bewlay Brothers
 In the feeble and the Bad
 The Bewlay Brothers
 In the Blessed and Cold
 In the [bad word] hungry Dark
 Was where we flayed our Mark
 Oh, and we were Gone
 Kings of Oblivion
 We were so Turned On
 In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

 Lay me place and bake me Pie
 I'm starving for me Gravy
 Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
 I might just slip away
 Just for the Day, Hey!
 [bad word] Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]