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