Paroles de l'album :"Hyaena"(Part 2).
Bring Me The Head Of The Preacher Man
Following desire in your eyes, in your eyes
you're mine, you're mine, all mine
Following the signs in your mind, your crazy mind
you're mine, you're mine, all mine
Bring me the head of the Preacher man
from the sickening daze...
Oh the rotting sun washes down
the moonshine boys
the vultures drool
they pluck the gold dust from his eyes
and pick his bones until they're clean
the book of sorrows - The American dreams
the book of sorrows - The American dreams
Bring me the head of the Preacher man
on the blazing trail...
Heaven holds lone star promise
El Dorado - the insane theatre
once more we rise
to drain the last of liquid sleep
the gift of chance
eating the worm
the viper drops and dances
and everything stops and dances
We tumble down these lonely days
We tumble down...
Just a step onto the street
An uncomfortable heat
Rattlers at your feet
In running town
Helter-skelter all a-swelter
The impetus is seething
In running town
A thousand curses
Full speed ahead
Lockjaw aggression
And buzzing irritations
Deride the friendly martian
In running town
Helter-skelter all a-swelter
The impetus is seething
In running town
A thousand curses
Full speed ahead
If you gaze into her face
She'll glare back & drown
All refugees in the sea
In running town
A thousand curses
Full speed ahead
Full speed ahead...
Laughter rebounds & strangles
That sound in running town
In running town...
From the fury pit, a reek of misery
Like a trumpet groan, tornado moan
The splendor splits like a golden skin
He and the wizards cry like humming birds
In treasure glows, your weeping wings
And a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child
In a jackals hide
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
Silent in flamingo ease
Distant in troubled trance
Within a whirlpool, we're breaking our backs
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone
With a Gorgon's head and a cloak of skulls
They're kindling fires in open wounds
Pointing bone
In a jaguar skin, blood matted mane
Beacons blaze toward a waning moon
When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child
In a jackals hide
Cool water dies, vile diamond eyes
The tears of the moon
The sweat of the sun
Sacrificial hearts for a pointing bone
Weaving in his basket chair
Twist you round a lock of hair
Made of straw -- the wicker man
Made of straw -- I'll blow your house down
Bishops falling from the windows
The lightening makes your hair stand on end
This dervish frenzy -- will make you run around
This dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
Blow the house down
Stretching a rubber band
Miracles trip our feet where we stand
Shift the ground -- caterpillar man
Crumbling castles in the sand
Blow the house down
Feebly we put our heads out of our foxy lairs
We feel the chill from the night scare
Standing in the storm -- waiting for the flash to crash
Counting seconds before we turn to ash
It's getting nearer...
Blow the house down
This dervish frenzy -- will turn your head around
Standing on the stairs that want to fall down
It's getting nearer don't turn your head around
Made of straw
A lighted match
Burn the house down
Weaving in his basket chair
Twist you round a lock of hair
Made of straw -- the wicker man
Made of straw -- I'll blow your house down
Turn your head around
Pillars of salt watch as it all burns down
Down to the ground...
Blow the house down