Listen to me brother and I'll tell you what to do,
I've studied cool [bad word] and I know a thing or two.

They'll hook you up with shining stuff and get you things for free,
then laugh at you and cast you to the sea.

Last night you were kneeling in the avocado grove,
the Mayans and the sirens were singing far below.

Please untie the ribbons that are given for your sight,
sacrifice your appetite and bring Suzannah home tonight.

Every sawyer's busy splitting redwoods for the prow,
and every lawyer's parlaying in sentences now.

And every fate is tied to hate the one sun-spotted cow,
and breed in the seed of the sow.

Let them be believing there are reasons they should die,
what good is it that they should know what fortune they supply.

I want the King of England, Charlie, get him on the phone,
say we've got to foil the plot to bring Suzannah home.

The throne of calm is falling, to a cold, wet spot on the ground.

And the miner's song is calling, and the awning [bad word] down.

But Jango's in the mangroves with a bango in the breeze,
and the man who knows the canto is recalling it for me.

And I am with Suzannah and the dam is on my right,
and I'm enjoying that, ignoring it,
'tis willing us to wither,
in the light.