Frank Black - The Cult Of Ray
текст песни

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, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine
So high above this constant dripping chatter
Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding 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 [Repeat: x1]

Melting rock into metal again

[Chorus:]
In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
In the deep sky
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 have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind
Say, it doesn't matter
This rock is turning into sand
While we are drowning here in our own shatter
You can't eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee
And can't smile cause I got me a mouthful
And I've been grinding this grain

Melting rock into metal [Repeat: x1]

Melting rock into metal again

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