Filthy Lucre King (исполнитель: Antic Clay)
Now work toward or crawl through the soil or sky You gotta look to one, you're preordained to try But there's no way, no way out forever! Upon the antichthon the other side of the sun Sits your better self with an empty gun And there's no way, no way out forever! spine is but a snake, man, once it's severed Silent as a mandrake until its time Tied on a Friday morning to a black dog tail Your homonculous he's setting sail And there's no way, no way out forever! They did a black mule rag upon a noble steed And it looked to you to intervene But there's no way, no way out forever! Upon the antichthon opposite the sun Where your better self said, "Thy won't be done And there's no way, no way out forever!" All eyes go nacre for that filthy lucre! The culprit's in the pulpit all the time! So when the blackbird's croaking out his vacant song And the locust's choking that it won't be long Well there's no way, no way out forever! Lyrics by Michael Bradley Copyright 2007 FurnaceSongs (ASCAP) 3/11/2014