Carry his own water as nary a known other

Read a palm when I parry, apparently no sucker

Man slash island, casually hammers ironFalcons that come to daddy, fabulous cash and prizes

I′m back at the theater, feature feeding rapid eyes in crisis

Out of sight is both his fancy and a random act of kindness for ya

Ride the wild aurora, future bright as fried Gomorrah

Present tense, an SOS in tidal water, final offer, sold

I been shaking off a death rattle

As a window-bound bat from a collapsed red flannel at night

Flight path managing a back and forth

That draws a heart and dagger if you track it all with tack and yarn

Six foot a million, nothing off the rack fit him

I dress like fingers of light through black nimbus

Ruined last Christmas, probably ruin this Christmas

You can follow it from wing to cataclysm, listen

He carry his own water as nary a known other

Burn sage in the alley with various ghostbusters

Sea of disembodied bones knocking on your rods and cones

Some resort to scuba gear, some return to hobbit holes

Me, I done a lot of both, riding out and running scared

I'm everything from, "He′s a pest"

To, "He's been dead for twenty years"

He's been shredding perfect curbs and golden light with total scum

Pigeons bring him donuts, I′m the motherfucking chosen one

And every time you liars talk, fish and birds start dying off

Roses turn to solid ice, quiet eyes to fireballs, um

I started spilling all my problems to the final boss

He shed a tear and let me by him like, "What′s mine is yours"

Broke him off a little weed

Bid him well, off to see a system into smithereens

Sniffing out some livers he could lose in a broth

It's when he go and pull the hood from the hawk

You look lost

He carry his own water as nary a known other

Go halves on the carrion, carry-on bolt cutters

Not a towel boy or cow to the slaughter

I leave an awkward conversation like a cow to the saucer

Inspire a thousand Our Fathers, people start calling their priests

"We′ve never seen a man so vehemently drawn to the beast"

"I heard he plays a pipe organ and changes form when he feeds"

I've never played a pipe organ, the rest my lawyer concedes, okay

Pull up at the Spirit World, zero man pit crew

Itching for experience clear of the jellyfish bloom

Show him to the sickroom, sick him on the showroom

Show us how you trick ′em into swimming through the au jus

Devil's trap on the welcome mat

The dinner jacket smell of hell and back

I′m working on my hell and forth

It's bound to be a bumpy ride

Deeper through the death and gore

Coming out the other side