Indians, Whores And Spanish Men Of God

Jesus and wild dogs guide us ever on
 There is nothing you can do for those poor fearless fools
 Now we'll never live forever together together in those sky days again
 You've gone around the bend walking in the dark
 The black sky in your weeping eyes
 Is clawing through the great disguise of what we've been
 Getting at for such a long time
 The birds fly on the wind, carry their young beneath their wings
 Riding the tides of the falling skies
 Those termites and rats have made those great holes in our maps
 And the graves that we've been digging
 And for our bones and spare change to rollin'
 The sick cars are coughing up doom and the broken traffic lights
 Of hell, their silver fangs hang piercing away each city street with
 Their cold, unblinking eyes. Bent at the alter made of loose soil
 Beside the trash and broken glass, every prayer comes rolling
 Down the cold wild wind from the blowing sky
 The birds fly on the wind, carry their young to a home on high
 Riding the tides of the falling sky
 The filthy scum around the captain's eye is staring into the sun
 That dripping sun scum will hold you mesmerized as you go higher, ever on
 And when you reach a certain peak you will see the lives of western
 Dreams made of mud and Indian teeth
 And the honey of white women's thighs
 Now the golden combs inside shaped like other worldly insect eyes, they smell like Jesus's blood and the taste
 Reunites you of good but distant times
 The pines wail in the night
 Mourning the souls of their brothers and sisters
 As you charge into the sun
 The captain tells you of a whorehouse in his eye
 You'll see the blood and smell the oozing fruit
 And know you have arrived
 As you charge into the sun
 There he shows you where his treasures live,
 The heads of Indians and Spanish men of god
 Kept in gold leaf liquor and formaldehyde jars
 On shelves a thousand miles high
 He'll pour two whiskeys with blood and horses' eyes
 The shit will keep you hard for the rest of time
 So you can kill and fuck the stars in the sky
 It is the grandest dream he could comprise
 The bombs sail on the wind
 And carry our love to our brothers and sisters
 The captain's eye will never lose its sight