Turning back ten thousand years
It's all a blur
Where the taxis go
Monster man, a willing friend
Lucy serves the melon cold
Violent and delicious souls

Four red trucks dressed illegally
Mother knows
How the bugle blows
Gonna get caught in her rug, babe

This is not a conclusion
No revolution
Just a little confusion
On where your head has been

Boats made out of paper float
Dreams made up
For the banana king, darling
Crumbs you have lapped freely
Oh, devious we all have been

Violent and delicious souls

This is not a conclusion
No revolution
Just a little confusion
On where your head has been