Mojo's Beads

Do you know the warm progress under the stars

Do you know we exist

Have you forgotten the keys to the kingdom

Have you been borne yet and are you alive

Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages

Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests

Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war

We need great golden copulations

The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest

And our mother is dead in the sea

Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals

And that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by TV

The moon is a dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers

In the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent

Herdsman who are just dying

O great creator of being

Grant us one more hour to perform our art

And perfect our lives

The moths and atheists

Are doubly divine and dying

We live, we die

And death not ends it

Journey we more into the nightmare

Cling to life, our passion'd flower

Cling to cunts and cocks of despair

We got our final vision by clap

Columbus' groin got

Filled with green death

I touched her thigh and death smiled

We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre

To propagate our lust for life

And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With the divine mockery of words

Music inflames temperament

When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free

A thousand Magicians arise in the land

Where are the feasts we were promised

Where is the wine

The new wine

Dying on the vine