GOLEM HEIGHTS
Ah Golem, they call you Yossele
They say you can make yourself invisible
And raise spirits from the dead
Then you rest on the Sabbath
On your dark and bloody bed
Ah Golem, kneaded into your shapeless husk
Created by the sages
Return to your dust.
Ah Golem, man of clay
You bowed before us once
Give us our bread today.
JUST LIKE JOHNNY CASH
He stared like a haunted Johnny Cash
He smiled, his mouth a ghoulish gash
His voice bubbled like a bullfrog in a cauldron
And it seemed a mighty effort just to hold on
To the rasping chuckle he had found,
But then his rusty lyrics began to echo round the ground;
I have found my saviour, I have salved my sin
Oh Lord heal my sorrow, Sweet Jesus let me in
Sweet Jesus let me in. Yeah.
Cos I’m the man in black
And I just keep coming back. Yeah.
I been to San Quentin, and I’ve had the Folsom Prison Blues
And I sure have Walked The Line,
On my own, and with a Boy Named Sue
I’ve seen the Ring Of Fire, the Rock Island Line,
And I have messed with Cocaine Blues
But I’ve never been in town When The Man Comes Round
Yeah.
I don’t plan to be in town
When that son-of-a-bitch comes round.
MAN OF STEEL
I fuse bits of metal together;
A sculptor of steel.
Inanimate iron
Comes alive in my hands.
Angle-iron,flats,beams and round bars
Are my materials.
I heat them, bend them
Shape them and weld them.
I can make anything with steel;
A strong frame
That will hold a skyscraper
Erect;
A steel hull
That can ride the waves;
I can even make a boxy flower-pot stand.
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