What Say you, Lord For the olive boys down in the house of corrections As they try for love and any form of ascension Am I on the right train headed in the wrong direction? What say you Lord What say you Lord

Do you think it wrong Do you see a long road with no one on it And the right of men that you only learnt to forget You see my sad wife and my high margin of profit But you don’t care at all You don’t care

What say you Lord Now that they’re breeding all our animals insane And the remedy is growing harder to obtain There’s a white horse running wild through the switch-cane I can hear him now And I fear him

‘Til Kingdom come Cauight in this frenzy of elimination Such an irreparable disintergration My body’s twitching with a ready expectation For Kingdom come My Kingdom!

What say you Lord Why is the truth of this so hard to unveil? Though it’s true I never knew what this would entail From the hands of Christ to the head of the Daily Mail I’ll see you all And I’ll raise you

What say you Lord I wonder when this light is brought up for sale With the weight of love and the grace of the Baleen Whale Will the severed Heads of State be at all curtailed Will they be here at all – Will they be dead and gone?

What say you Lord Of the serpent-talied, forbidden fish of the harbour And the ready-men, defiant drinkers and charmers All lost and summoning the face of their fathers Can you see him now? I can see him

What say you all Do I believe it if I do not want it Do I lie alone and keeps my cold hands off it Honey, it ain’t hard to loose your grip in the midst of all of this But it ain’t far to fall It’s not far at all

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