Soul Coughing - Moonsammy lyrics

Moon Sammy walks. Across the floor. Below the floor. There is a wall Behind the wall. There is a chair. Moon Sammy knows. The chair is there But that's OK, that's OK, you can do that--if you're wound up, full of tension Incoherent. Your mouth is bu*tered with lies; you ask why, but you could Call it enigmatic; all your thoughts about the chair are full of static Automatically your mind goes down the stairwell to the chair; your body Says Moon Sammy, can you come back? Strum it Moon Sammy washes. In the sink. Below the sink. There is a drain. The drain Goes straight. Into the sea. The sink itself. Is porcelain Obsess yourself with causality. The information you hear is a loophole Technicality. Behind every object is a mathematic; an obscure substance Infused with a kinetic force, energy, an obscure conscience shoots a gun at The feet the world dances Babylon, mystery, mother of harlots, and all these abominations of the Earth, that sits on many waters, drunk with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus And I wondered with great admiration