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 The Bewlay Brothers

 In our Wings that Bark

 Flashing teeth of Brass

 Standing tall in the dark

 Oh, And we were Gone

 Hanging out with your Dwarf Men

 We were so turned on

 By your lack of conclusions

I was Stone and he was Wax

So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable

And we frightened the small children away

And our talk was old and dust would flow

Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight

Back at the kitchen door

Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor

And the solid book we wrote

Cannot be found today

And it was Stalking time for the Moonboys

 The Bewlay Brothers

 With our backs on the arch

 In the Devil-may-be-here

 But He can't sing about that

 Oh, And we were Gone

 Real Cool Traders

 We were so Turned On

 You thought we were Fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned

The Factor Max that proved the fact

Is melted down

And woven on the edging of my pillow

Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks

He could be dead, He could be not

He could be You

He's Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature

Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky

The Bewlay Brothers

In the feeble and the Bad

 Bewlay Brothers

 In the Blessed and Cold

 In the Crutch-hungry Dark

 Was where we flayed our Mark

 Oh, and we were Gone

 Kings of Oblivion

 We were so Turned On

 In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie

 I'm starving for me Gravy

Leave my shoes, and door unlocked

 I might just slip away, hey

 Just for the Day, Hey!

 Hey, Please come Away, Hey!

 Just for the Day

 Please come away...