Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep

You Watch The Country-music Awards That They Show On The Television, And You See Country Music Has Reached About 1985. It's All Huge Processed Drum Sounds And Chiming Chorus Guitars And Programmed Synths Bobbling Along In The Background.

Now That I Can See It's The Queen's New Clothes Now That I Can Hear All Your Poison Prose Now That I Can Talk With My Tongue Unfroze I'm Not So Sure Of Santa Or The Buck Tooth Fairy There Are No Words For Me Inside Your Dictionary

Come English Settlement, I Had It In My Head That I Didn't Want To Tour.

I Actually Think The Creative Process Is Finite, And I'm Wondering Whether I've Retched Everything Up. Because It's Like Vomiting Or Shitting.

Reign Of Blows Cascading Down Upon Your Shoulders Far Too Many Men Dressed Up As Soldiers The Lamb Is Brought To The Ground Under The Weight Of The Crown A Crown Of Thorns And Dark Deeds The Swastika And The Hammer And Sickle Are Symbols That Reap Only Weeds