The Exmos On Your Mind
Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 11:21 pm
Like a funnel in a tunnel
Like a spool within a reel
Never ending or beginning
Its a never ending spiel
Like a booger in your nostril
Or a pimple on your face
Like a shishkabob that's burning
Squirting grease around the place
Like a slab of meat with ketchup
Lying there upon your plate
And their world is like a bubble
Swelling silently with hate
Like the Valium you must find
With those exmos on your mind
Like a wiggle with a squiggle
With a giggle and a tone
Like a great and spacious building
Where the Son was never known
Like a door that keeps on slamming
On some tiny tender toes
Or a seed on stony soil
That was never even sown
And their world is like a bubble
Swelling silently with hate
Like the Valium you must find
With those exmos on your mind
Fear that jingles in your daydreams
Spite that jangles in your mind
Why did testimony vanish
Was it something in their wine?
Mortals walk along the shore
and leave their daydreams in the sand
You can leave the Gospel running
Keep on running if you can
Stories linger in a memory
And the fragments of a time
Half-remembered truth and knowledge
With your conscience they entwine
When you knew that it was real
You were suddenly alive
Now the winter leaves are frozen
But with spring they may revive
Like a funnel in a tunnel
Like a spool within a reel
Never ending or beginning
Its a never ending spiel
Now reality's confined
Like those exmos you may find
To the windmills of your mind.
Like a spool within a reel
Never ending or beginning
Its a never ending spiel
Like a booger in your nostril
Or a pimple on your face
Like a shishkabob that's burning
Squirting grease around the place
Like a slab of meat with ketchup
Lying there upon your plate
And their world is like a bubble
Swelling silently with hate
Like the Valium you must find
With those exmos on your mind
Like a wiggle with a squiggle
With a giggle and a tone
Like a great and spacious building
Where the Son was never known
Like a door that keeps on slamming
On some tiny tender toes
Or a seed on stony soil
That was never even sown
And their world is like a bubble
Swelling silently with hate
Like the Valium you must find
With those exmos on your mind
Fear that jingles in your daydreams
Spite that jangles in your mind
Why did testimony vanish
Was it something in their wine?
Mortals walk along the shore
and leave their daydreams in the sand
You can leave the Gospel running
Keep on running if you can
Stories linger in a memory
And the fragments of a time
Half-remembered truth and knowledge
With your conscience they entwine
When you knew that it was real
You were suddenly alive
Now the winter leaves are frozen
But with spring they may revive
Like a funnel in a tunnel
Like a spool within a reel
Never ending or beginning
Its a never ending spiel
Now reality's confined
Like those exmos you may find
To the windmills of your mind.