Bless you cleric under your coats
With the tools of your trade
Poison bottle that you hold
The keys of time you spend in a trance
They know their lives in your hand
And you create all your disabilities
You feel good about your wasting away
And all the circles that you dance around
Your swirling, whirling, dizzy sick
And you don’t care who’s around
Their reality doesn’t enter your thoughts
You’re walking stupid and stumbling about
I’ve got to tell you that I really think
You’re on some kind of canyon bluff brink
Why don’t you jump and forget about it
But you don’t have to be around
The way the day just flutters by
You’re in a coma and the earth is the sky
Your left is right, and it’s all mixed up
And you keep playing that game all the time
I’ve come around and I see you this way
I’ll go away, I’ve just got to say
I’ve got my own tornado
And my own mountain
And I’ll swirl in a whirl and stare from the top
The world is big and the people so small
I can’t possibly care about it all