作词 : Gordon, Moore, Ranaldo ...
Small  flowers  crack  concrete
Narcotic  squads  sweep  through  poet  dens
Spilling  coffee  grabbing 15yr  old  runaway  girls
By  frazzled  pony  tailed  hair
And  tossing  them  into  backseats  of  cop  cars
The  narcs  beat  the  bearded  oracles
Replacing  tantric  love
With  complete  violence
Lights  and  mirrors  dot  the  city
Ink  stained  hippies  with  boxed  lunch  and  marijuana
Mystery  plays  of  shit  and  nothingness
Blessed  by  colors  from  a  black  hat
Blue  lights  search  through  weeds
Searching  for  the  heart  of  D.A  levy
And  the  mind  he  left  behind
What  did  you  expect  another  mystic  wreck?
Thats  whatcha  got  crawling  inside  your  panic  net
What  did  you  bring  me?Not  a  goddamn  thing  yeah
And  what  did  you  leave  me?Another  tombstone  dream  yeah
O  salacious  mansion,the  boys  held  for  ransom
Did  you  see  where  he's  gone?The  blasted  summers  dawn
****ed  up  in  Cleveland,****ed  up  in  Cleveland
Short  flight  to  nothing
Heaven's  up  to  something,heaven's  up  to  something
Levy's  up  to  something,levy's  up  to  something
Death  poems  for  the  living  Gods  of  America
Plastic  saxophones  bleat,bleed  for  nothing,nada
Cops  crashing  through  doors  infuriated
By  silver  charms  of  suburban  smoke
At  war  with  patches  of  red  dirt  glitter
And  blue  jean  ****ing  and  protest