Finish up mama, you vicious carnivore
It's all been taken care of, the settlement, the score
They've had it up to here with us, we're out of this canteen
I always beg to differ when I don't know what they mean
Blow out a stirring cacophony
Been here for a quarter a century
Soft becomes hard money
Sent out for a colostomy
And I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead
In harm's way
In madness and in lust as agreed
Blown out, like I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead
Growin' out of my head a pulsating cockscomb
Its hue it makes the background pale, sends to its foster home
Quiver in the cradle, bottom-fed to rest
Keep it goin' to avert a cardiac arrest
Blow out a stirring cacophony
Been here for a quarter a century
Soft becomes hard money
Sent out for a colostomy
And I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead
In harm's way
In madness and in lust as agreed
Blown out, like I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead