The Cult of Ray

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 upstarts 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
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
In the deep sky
And he's waiting
And he's waiting
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 a 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 chatter

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've been grinding this grain

Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again

In a dark place
In the deep water
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain