Desert Sessions At The Helm Off Hells Ships Lyrics

At The Helm Off Hells Ships Lyrics

Cat's eyes



Circle the globe on protruding white stalks



Dancers with green trays, baskets



Snakes slither and probe



A bridge of dog size



A bench, a chair



She's so fine that naked lady of mine



Slight turn in repose



The lings out on the moan



The churbs so small



A chorus of fogs step on into streets



Of forest greens, lanes







We all walk in the straight line



Nice and tight



We all walk in a straight line



Nice and tight







Elvis bleeds from the eyes



Madonnas light up the skies



Kneel before the potato



And kiss the forehand of Siva



Sunset and Vine







Walk in the straight line



With my knee on



My knee on



Walk in the straight line



Nice and tight







Jesus t-shirts



Airport chieftains



Blow-dried smiles



Nothing is sacred



No one is safe



Whispers of secrets walk



Through these streets where my lady lies



Sacredness







Walkin with my knee on



Knee on



Walkin the straight line



Nice and Tight







Human chases at their Jesse Helms



Guiding the gnomes and



Their clone children, the king's dominion



Here, kitty, kitty



Here, kitty, kitty 







With my knee on