Commune 4: Inspirations, 5

No, I won’t tell you what happens in 4.  The place that I take myself when I’m writing it, however, will probably give you some insight into the flavor of the world.

I’d sell your heart to the junkman

Baby, for a buck, for a buck

If you’re looking for someone to pull you uut of that ditch

You’re out of luck, you’re out of luck

Ship is sinking

The ship is sinking

The ship is sinking

There’s leak, there’s a leak, in the boiler room

The poor, the lame, the blind

Who are the ones that we kept in charge?

Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God’s away, God’s away

God’s away on business

Business

God’s away, God’s away

God’s away on business

Business

Digging up the dead with a shovel and a pick

It’s a job, it’s a job

Bloody moon rising with a plague and a flood

Join the mob, join the mob

It’s all over, it’s all over, it’s all over



And there’s a leak, there’s a leak, in the boiler room

The poor, the lame, the blind

Who are the ones that we kept in charge?

Killers, thieves, and lawyers

God’s away, God’s away, God’s away

On Business

Business

God’s away, God’s away

On Business

Business, ha

Goddamn there’s always such a big temptation

To be good, to be good

There’s always free cheddar in a mousetrap, baby

It’s a deal, it’s a deal

God’s away, God’s away, God’s away

On business

Business

God’s away, God’s away, God’s away

On business

Business

I narrow my eyes like a coin slot baby

Let her ring, let her ring

God’s away, God’s away

God’s away on business

God’s away, God’s away

God’s away on business, business