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| Nymph(oid barbarian in dinosaur hell) (Mühlenbruch/Chielie) Cold blue morning, pale grey sky It must be Sunday, don’t ask me why And in the bushes by the side of the road Small desert life slips into morning mode I feel the wheels of fortune riding with me Tranquil acquiescence as I ride to the place I’ll never be As I ride to the place I’ll never see Look for the dustcloud, that’s where I’ll be Dark knight in a deep dark night I trail the voice of liberty I used to have a ladyfriend of somewhat pale complexion Now she don’t like the way I’ve led the prophet’s resurrection She beds the big Neanderthal with the holster on his hip She lets the slime her mind enthrall, she curves to the cracking of his whip I hold the key to history, your future in my hand It’s really easy, you will see, the riddle of the sand Dream of drugfree loving, fish and play your tee Do your bit of shoving, but don’t you Kennebunkport me Say, don’t you Kennebunkport me I used to be your Captain Kirk – now I deal in firework That’s right – I deal in firework Love and understanding, peace and unity And all the money in the world; and most of it for me Trips to Brazil, and a licence to kill If you don’t flunk it, some other guy will And I’ve been down your street, and up your hill Pack your bags, leave the barren land Hold on to your pants, or I’ll fuck you where you stand When you’ve lost the fleas you haven’t lost the scars As many of them on you as Tripoli has bars Yeah, and Tripoli has bars! So I’ve grown on your tree, and you think that I am nuts And all this time you are, really, scared of me ‘Cause I invoke your spending cuts You’ll lose your heart in the wasteland where I dwell I am the nymphoid barbarian in dinosaur hell |