In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a God who happened by.

And in the dawn, there came the song
Of some sweet lady singing in his ear.
Your God has gone, and from now on,
You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear.

We want to know, are we inside the womb?
Of passion plays, in thy righteousness consumed?
Or just in lush contentment of our souls?

And so began the age of man,
And they left his body in the sand.
Their glasses raised to a God on high,
Who smiled upon them from the sky.

So take the stage.
Spin down the ages.
Loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon your son
Who holds the gun up to your head.
The play's begun.

Then god, the director, smells a rat.
Pulls another rabbit from his hat.
Sniffs the air and he says ``well, that's that--I'm going.''

• A Small Cigar
• Animelee
• Audition
• Broadford Bazaar
• Commons Brawl
• Crew Nights
• Critique Oblique
• Drive on The Young Side of Life
• First Post
• Hard Liner
• I Don't Want to Be Me
• Law of The Bungle
• Law of The Bungle Part Ii
• Left Right
• Lights Out
• Look at The Animals
• Man of Principle
• No Rehearsal
• No Step
• Paradise Steakhouse
• Piece of Cake
• Post Last
• Quartet
• Rosa on The Factory Floor
• Sailor
• Scenario
• Sealion Ii
• Silver River Turning
• Solitaire
• The Curse
• Tiger Toon
• Truck Stop Runner