Baboon

The sun came up above a strange, white plain

Blood-red flowers all wet with rain

And the spirit wasn't really willing anymore

But the flesh was very, very strong

And I've got very little money left, and I've got no sense

But I'll have none of your goddamn impudence

The sun came up above the new white fields

Everything was new again

Pure power stripped of meaning

Sky burning, spring cleaning

Daisies on the hillside like cancer on the skin

Gritty little yellow eyes that flutter in the wind

I'd be grateful my children aren't here to see this

If you'd ever seen fit to give me children

And my defenses might be working with a skeleton crew

But I'll be skinned alive before I take this from you

The sun came up above the ocean out west

All the colors of the rainbow

Stand up straight you can see the house leaning

Day breaking, spring cleaning