Desert Sessions - At The Helm Off Hells Ships Lyrics

Cat's eyes

Circle the globe on protruding white stalks

Dancers with green trays, baskets

Snakes slither and probe

A bridge of dog size

A bench, a chair

She's so fine that naked lady of mine

Slight turn in repose

The lings out on the moan

The churbs so small

A chorus of fogs step on into streets

Of forest greens, lanes



We all walk in the straight line

Nice and tight

We all walk in a straight line

Nice and tight



Elvis bleeds from the eyes

Madonnas light up the skies

Kneel before the potato

And kiss the forehand of Siva

Sunset and Vine



Walk in the straight line

With my knee on

My knee on

Walk in the straight line

Nice and tight



Jesus t-shirts

Airport chieftains

Blow-dried smiles

Nothing is sacred

No one is safe

Whispers of secrets walk

Through these streets where my lady lies

Sacredness



Walkin with my knee on

Knee on

Walkin the straight line

Nice and Tight



Human chases at their Jesse Helms

Guiding the gnomes and

Their clone children, the king's dominion

Here, kitty, kitty

Here, kitty, kitty



With my knee on