Heresy’s his inspiration
And when I get to Heaven
Lotus-eaters, Mandarins, crooks
Knelt upon the misery cord
There are signs too deep for the dumb
I’m familiar with the cover
Curse his devious mathematics
Inside’s where I can never look
That’s no way to praise the Lord
I won’t realize that I’m there
Got no time to help the worthless
Hard to hear my oratory
Calling me to glory somewhere
Like perfume in the air
Curse his deadly atom war
Adding to the senseless chatter
Damn his demons, damn his pain
Blasphemer, womanizer
Color is the fuel of madness
Calling me to glory somewhere
Calling me to glory somewhere
Like perfume in the air
And when I get to Heaven
I don’t need to read the book
There are signs too deep for the dumb
Adding to the background noise
There’s a message on the wind
Van Gogh, Botticelli
There are signs too deep for the dumb
What do we need Physics for?
Scraping paint onto a board
Like perfume in the air
Shakespeare, Isaac Newton
And what’s the point of Albert Einstein
And when I get to Heaven
Let a needle numb his brain
Corrupt and rotten to the core
Wash away his monkey music
I police the world of action
Gray’s the color of the pious
Hard to hear my inner voice
I won’t realize that I’m there
There’s a message on the wind
Small ideas for little boys
There’s a message on the wind
