Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin
You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin
I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall
I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall

Once I stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide
I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride
Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure
All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure

• About to Die
• Barnyard Story
• Dead Man's Dream
• Nothing That I Didn't Know
• Piggy Pig Pig
• Still There'll Be More
• Whaling Stories
• Whisky Train