We ain't that
crazy as angels
stoked up to the stars

(it's just the machines baby)
yeah we could fly and
everything
but she told me about the
song without speaking
(I mean she just started singing
halfway underground
inside the pyramids
by the river

perfect key to free
our soul-birds)

and then we rode
moto through the stinking
villages
children sinking into the
decay of a civilization that
once
ruled

Yeah she was a goddess
and whatever
she took the microphone and
told us about the enlightenment,
blah-blah-blah

The empty chaired gurus and the
stone facades
(stolen lotuses sold cheap
I mean I bought you those roses
grown on the blood of hungry
beggars)

and they probably just died by
the bedside with our
throw-away ecstasy
and Western bravado