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What is there to say?

Still I can’t be silent

Hear the Cult of Ray

And you’ll be enlightened

People: they’re no fun

I saw Raymond speak one time, he said, «Hello.»

And as he opened up my mind, oh

So fried and battered, I

I heard his words so very fine

So high above this constant dripping chatter

Young sharks feeding on the scrapple, and

It pushes up on your Adam’s apple, and

You can’t hear yourself in all this babble, and

Are you feeling role strain?

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal again

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal again

In a dark place in the deep sky

There’s an old man in a coffee can

And he’s waitin' in the old rain

In the deep sky and he’s waitin

And he’s waiting

And he’s waiting

And he’s waiting

And he’s waiting

Hear the Cult of Ray

Fear the boy as tyrant

People have their way

When their mood is violent

People: they’re no fun

I had a century in mind, wait, oh no

At least two centuries in mind, wait

It does not matter and

This rock is turning into sand

While we are drowning here in our own shatter

But you can’t eat dirt 'cause it tastes so awful

Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee, and

I can’t smile 'cause I got me a mouthful, and

I been grindin' this grain

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal

Melting rock into metal again

In a dark space in a deep water

Lives an old man in a coffee can

And he’s waitin' in the old rain

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