Well the carriage moon shatters and spills on the dawn

And the silver-beaked raven flies on

Each broken-throat trumpet fires a blast of dispairBut they′re strangled off thick through the air

False wisdom flows free on the glaze of the day

And you find you don't think what you say

Tidy rows of virtue in the garden of thought

Are choked hard by the weeds of smiling rot

The only captors now are the ones that we choose

Enlightened and learnéd we lose

Our stocks and our bonds are the ones we prefer

Satisfied, condemned, and deferred

Your air of attention all auctioned and set

Caught hard in the cloth of a butterfly net

The zenith of power is laid blank by the sun

And it′s well that we're here to watch it get done

Wasn't there a time when a curse was a curse

When the words meant something and the thinkin′ came first

When the walk of the lips matched the talk of the heart

And each sentence was true from finish to start

Now speech is pollution from our sewage tongues

And the jury of words is constantly hung

Reality′s obscene and there ain't nothing sacred

And the hidden sublime is constantly naked

Images of purity bounce through the head

And the last wicked thought is the first thing said

Inspirative talk is just taken as token

And only what matters is left unspoken

Chatterbox noise sings loud like a bomb

It′s got nothin' to say but we welcome it on

Our words are shot off like a child′s cap gun

And it's well that we′re here to watch it get done

The golden livestock has returned from the past

And explodes in a mind's-eye blast

And your brain just curdles and rots in the heat

You don't think; you′re too easy to beat

You′ll buy any vision and bow down to a bust

While the medium just whispers to us

On the highwater rail with a tack in your thumb

Blind to the front where the track is undone

Travelin' salesmen on a worldwide scale

Pannin′ that river, tellin' their tales

With a phony rose scent and a dizzy-eyed sell

They′ll give you a grin with your hell

They want into your head, they want you to be poor

They don't want anybody to think anymore

There′s gold to be made at the price of everyone

And it's well that we're here to watch it get done

Noble-throne cowards sowing their seeds

Curtaining the truth of their deeds

While sky-rise castles can′t handle the claims

Of every peasant holding a frame

The jester stands proud with an outstretched hand

To take with a gutless demand

The only sucker now, sitting outside the door

Can′t find anybody to be taken to court

Watch the pockets dry up like Okemah wells

As the guppies still think of themselves

While the big fish dine, it's smiles all around

Bottoms up, aces high on the town

Recycled selfish suits offered free in return

Threaded like needles, swelled up like a burn

Mother Goose is gonna have their facts out on the run

And it′s well that we're here to watch it get done

Balsa-wood facades tell character tales

And skyrocket personality sales

Cigarettes and sunglasses manufacture attitude

While a hundred million more go unshoed

The question of Pilate they don′t wanna wrestle

But there's truth in every vessel

Concerned about face in a crowd so inane

Is a dreadful mistake in this pinball game

Disguised and deified and all rearranged

They find now that nothing has changed

They don′t know what to do when their pyramid comes

Long forgotten the place that they're from

You can grin for the cameras, you can fake for the shows

But you're redeliberating the mask that you chose

Without crucified pride, we haven′t yet begun

And it′s well that we're here to watch it get done

Accelerated visions of work left undone

Find a finger aimed at the seventh son

When the lens of disaster has focused its toll

They′ll blame it all on a lonesome soul

And seet clichés remain all the same

The least likely takes all of the blame

With a shifty-eyed kingdom, nobody seems to know

Who's paying for their ticket after the show

A million-odd people take place in the deed

And a scapegoat is all that they need

You can see those backbones made out of clay

Saturated slick to this day

When roll call comes in a room full of shame

Not one man will answer the sound of his name

Somebody has to die and it′s us against one

And it's well that we′re here to watch it get done

Mama, where've you hidden that backdoor key?

I'm stuck out in the open, they′re coming for me

I′ll raise up the white flag if you think it best

Bid a dry farewell and live dead like the rest

The battle is a-ragin' and it′s got to be won

And we can't be alone to watch it get done

And we gotta be alone to watch it get done