BY JAY WELLER
THERE, ON THE COVER
SMILES A WOMAN NAMED STEVE
YOUR CAPTORS STOOD SENTRY
WITH SIMON LEGREE
DON’T EVEN MENTION
WHAT’S ON THAT TV
WHEN THE RATS
RULE THE BELFRY
WHO YA’ GONNA BELIEVE?
BRIDGE
PAST THE GATES
LAY THE STONES
WHERE THE OLD MOTHERS GRIEVE
TO THE TOWNS
WHERE THE MEN
TOIL AND THEY HEAVE
COMES VANISHING WISHES
OF CAVIAR DREAMS
A BIG PIECE OF SHIT
ON TOP OF YOUR ICE CREAM
BRIDGE
WHO SAYS THAT ALL MEN
JUST CLIMBED OUT OF THE SEA?
WHAT IS IT NOW,
THAT IS KILLING THE BEES?
YOUR GLORIOUS LEADERS
ARE COVERED IN SLEAZE
YOUR JUDGES IN CHAMBERS
DOWN ON THEIR KNEES
BRIDGE
THERE, IN THE WOODS
AMONG THE TALL TREES
THE SUNLIGHT CARESSES
EACH MAGICAL LEAF
FOR MILLIONS OF MILES
A GLORIOUS STREAM
PERFECTLY CRAFTED
IN FUNCTION AND MEANS
BRIDGE
ITS SOON TIME TO GO
SO, WITH THIS I WILL LEAVE
FROM WHEN IT BEGAN
AND WHAT END YOU RECEIVE
IS THERE REALLY A QUESTION
WHO YA’ GONNA BELIEVE?
IS THERE REALLY A QUESTION
WHO YA’ GONNA BELIEVE?