The whites of this wand are coal
From a visit to the valley of bones
Black is carved of tropic wood
Cut down in summer storms
As hot and cold air rubbed together
Make lightning in the skies
So do these distillates of two dark lands
Conjoin to endow
Oh lord yeah
The fruit of the idiot see contrails gone from the sky
Idiot see love light reflected from their kind's eye
Doctors and orderlies weep as new children are born
A rash of mistakes sweeps the nation's maternity wards
War gods everywhere turn and suck their guns
Every leader is sterilized along with his firstborn son
We can't find the airwaves they disappeared into next week
And last god is silent he can't find no other way to speak
Might be the last of the changes you see, but
I'll make my mother a house on the hill that overlooks the sea
Get up on this wand if you want
But let me tell you girl
It's about as effective as my dick for changing the wheel
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