State Of Mind

Well it's a state of mind

Waiting indoors for the rabbit-pie day

And scream for your life in cockle-row

Crash and merino

And the dead-dears from Mesapotamia say

'Bible-jack you're slipping back'

And don't bore us with your elastic dreams

Preaching poison and the politics of death

Well it's a state of mind

When you're dripping in the dark

Like a summer-breathed slave

Cut your bone with my knife

Come up and see me boys, i'm dead all the time

Waiting to light up like a doggy in death-row

But you kindly refuse when they offer you the chair

Did you ever have faith in my human face

Before I sucked you and bled you dry

Now see you fall victim to my greedy desires

See me fall heavily knees to the floor

Well it's a state of mind

Before and after and 'how's your father'

Still waiting to light up like a doggy in death-row

Throwing your dinner up and licking up the pieces

Now he listens carefully to the white bone talking

And now he sits and quietly talks to himself all day