The title of “Ping Pong Over the Abyss” (which does not appear in the song itself) comes from Allen Ginsberg’s poem “Howl”:
I’m with you in Rockland
where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss
[Verse 1]
Wouldn't it? Couldn't it? Shouldn't it be nice to be in love?
Wouldn't it? Couldn't it? Shouldn't it be nice to be above
All of the pain
And frustration of being alone?
Nobody, nobody, nobody likes
To be chilled to the bone
[Verse 2]
You been trying, you been trying, baby
To find that one missing part
You been trying and trying, baby
But you can't seem to melt your own heart
You heard lies and believed them
Until you cannot learn a thing
But late at night, when you're all alone
You can still hear your ears ring
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
I can't help but sigh when you try to deny
Every why with a lie
That may fry you in hell forever
You don't need to die, and that's the reason why
I'm looking in your eye and telling you
That it's now or never
[Verse 4]
Turn back from the way you been living
Give back everything you've been given
Walk back to the Lord, and you'll be forgiven
Fall back to your knees in praying
Look back to the words He was saying
Get back on your feet, get up from where you been laying
[Guitar Solo]
Ping Pong Over The Abyss was written by Mark Proctor & Michael Roe.
Ping Pong Over The Abyss was produced by Steven Soles.