Hey mister won't you tell me What is it that you see Is there something over there We're all too blind to see I hope it's not old Juggernaut Who's come to feel his way From things I've read Perhaps you've heard He's death wrapped up in grey
It seems unwise to dexologise When you don't know what's for sure Be my friend and tell me please Is it death or is it more? He looks a lot like a phoenix flop But he seems a friend to you We don't know what's happening here Please tell us what to do?
Come all aboard this crumbling ship If you want to take my trips For those of you who crawl in doubt Least you scream within without Conceal that artificial fuss Do not neglect his eyes have sussed For he's the Lord of the Incubus And in his mind his dreams bring lust