Mother Of God

Never... to repeat those words!
Never... to repeat those words!

I am the lonely man of lonely men
I am the young man
Deader man sort of
All sorts he said 
Sort of

A soul bled at the shore head
I am the young destroyer of world
A heart beat thing stigmatic at Easter
And who spoke to me in blue flashes of lightning
Dynamically 
Definitely something

Sold you right down the sounds of spring
I am transfixed through the clouds
Passing through an eye of black spawn

Now to embrace the plague of everyday
Now to embrace the plague of everyday
And it was never really like that
It was never really like that
It was never really like that
Never really like that

And right now, everyone I know is sick
Right now, everyone I know is sick
And who spoke to me in blue flashes of lightning
Dynamically
Definitely something

Dull
Dull
Dull 
We are democratic cavemen

Never... to repeat those words!
Mother of God!