Poets And Slaves (Album Version)

Here comes the mechanical sun

working on the bones in the dry old creek bed

mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead

the emerald silo is rusting from the inside.

You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again

you want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves.

Circus olympia pulls into town

the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer

there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse

tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries.

You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves

you can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves.

We got everything we need sugar and beef

we got some good ideas

we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too

clouds came down low on the corn

meat ants are gathering like storms

somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries.

You gotta you gotta you gotta

c'mon you poets and slaves.

You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay

you can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves.

You've got to count what you've made

you're gonna pass like the days

stop time and head for the stage.

And c'mon you poets and slaves

c'mon you poets and slaves.