All lyrics by Adam Gates, except "Troubled Young Man" by Matt Winegar and "Mrs. Thompson" by Derek Greenberg.

[I got Adam Gates to proofread these lyrics, however any remaining errors are my fault.]

You can't believe I finally said it
I've been sleeping with Mary Jane

Someone put Dylan on again
Reality is never kind to me
While you pray for me
I will be smiling in Hell

And it's the choice of many, understood by few
I'll find myself a drugged out willing advocate of dope

I'd like to spread the seeds of reason
Stand up, please count me in, my friends
While you pray for me
I will be smiling in Hell

One day I'll finally do myself in
Spill bong water in my sons new crib...hello Saddam hello Saddam

Organ grinding at the circus
Chewing my nails with Nietzsche
There goes the pastor, Reverend Oxy Moron
Six Six Six

I'm going down, I'm going down
I'm going down, I'm going down, down
The Black Pope
The Black Pope
The Black Pope

Did you hear what he said?
"God is dead"
"God is dead"

Hated Jehovah's perfect skin
There goes Mary with her lips sown shut
Now here comes Aleister and what does he say?
Six Six Six

The Black Pope has lost himself instead
The Black Pope has lost himself instead

Call me Amadeus, call me Orpheus
Call me anything that you want
Because I'm wearing my prodigy suit

I'm Oedipus on the boat, I'm Mary's only son
I am the pillar of salt, a loaded gun

I'm big fat Elvis' fat ass, Montgomery Cliff
I'm in the back room smoking

When we get much older, I'll go out of my mind
Sitting in the pantry, I'll be wasting my time
Finally reading _Ulysses_ without my Cliff Notes
The time to die is getting near, it's coming so close
How that comforts me

(I'll sleep)
When I sleep, I'll say goodbye
(Lay me down)
In the dark, dreadful ground
(Ring a bell)
Let the news pass quickly, dear
(Dust to dust)
You'll forget me within the year

I remember when we drove up north one day
Watched the clouds, on mushrooms, from the highest ridge
Took a picture of the place we took off our clothes
Found it crushed and faded in my bedroom drawer
Now it's pinned to my death bed

When I was three, when I was three
My mom used to slap me in my face
She said that she always wanted to be
Someone from a distant hidden place

What a sad occasion brought me here and left me here, tonight
What a sad occasion brought me here and left me here
'Cept that I feel fine now

Welcome to my world all you bleeding hearts
I guess I'm falling apart
We all do one day
Why should I stop taking heroin?
I'm taking heroin
What could you do to change my mind?

When I was six, when I was six
My dad used to lock me in his car
He said that he always wanted to be
Lawrence of Arabia

Welcome to my world all you bleeding hearts
I guess I'm falling apart
We all do some day
Why should I stop taking heroin?
I'm taking heroin
What could you do to change my mind?

My beautiful heroin addiction
Sits there looking at me from the wall
And sometimes I stop and I think of it
'Cause I feel fine now

My my my my beautiful
Yeah yeah

I'm drunk with Jesus
My hands reached out towards my sleeping wife
Jehovah's drinking Ripple
Grabs my hand, looks me in the eye
He says "It'll take a New York minute to close this debate."

Jack, you're the Beast
Jack, you're a demon
If you ask him he won't say
Foundation is weak
Ground work uneven
He's bound to realize any day, any day

I'm pissed with Jesus
My hands clutched the neck of my sleeping wife
He said "You really don't recall?
Been hiding in some mortal's life.
You must know there are no vacations. We need you at the gates."

Jack is the Beast
Jack is a demon
If you ask him, he won't say
Foundation is weak
Ground work uneven
He's bound to realize any day, any day

What about my mortgage?
What about my new car?
What about my job?
All those leaves in the yard?
Are my dreams for nothing?
His wife lay dead
And gone

So now he knows
So now he knows

Here I am (I am)
With a gun in my hand
Wondering if I'll finally get it right

I'm alive (alive)
In your memory
I'd rather be remembered than alive

Little boy, you've lost your way
Chase your demons all away
Heaven knows if I'll survive
Mommy thinks that Ralphy's still alive

Remember me (bang bang)
What I truly am
A lazy drunken fool without a job

Welcome home, sit by my side (welcome home)
Maybe someday you can come
Down to Hell and be my bride

Wormhole
Wormhole
Mobius
Mobius
Can you see me?
Can you see me?

I've been watching the walls
But the walls mean nothing
When he's everywhere
Out of my mind cause I know that he's in it, oh yeah
How can I hide when sees all my insides (me)
And he wants (me)
And he knows (me)
Yeah

Wormhole
Wormhole
Mobius
Can you see me?
Can you see me?

I've been watching the walls
But the walls mean nothing
When he's everywhere
Out of my mind cause I know that he's in it, oh yeah
How can I hide when sees all my insides (me)
And he wants (me)
And he hates (me)
Yeah

I'm always trying to find all the good things
Chasing my tail to find the good things
All my life
My horrible mixed up life
Nothing seems good anymore

If I drink red wine
Am I the scum of the earth?
If I drink it down
Say that I have no self-worth
You can sit and frown
Just don't try to stop me

I'm finding out quick there's only bad things
Yes, the world is made up of bad things
All my life
My horrible mixed up life
Just doesn't seem good anymore

If I drink red wine
Am I the scum of the earth?
If I drink it all
Say that I have no self-worth
You can sit and frown
Just don't try to stop me

Waiting for the man with a sister or two (with a sister or two)
'Cause everybody knows that God is a black man
Waiting for the man, what's a boy to do? (what's a boy to do?)
'Cause everybody knows that God is a black man

Goddamn, goddamn, standing on the corner waiting for the man
Standing at these crossroads, all of my life
Goddamn, goddamn, standing on the corner waiting for the man
Standing at these crossroads, all of my life

Waiting for the man with a sister or two (with a sister or two)
'Cause everybody knows that the Devil is black man
Waiting for the man in a clinic or two (in a clinic or two)
'Cause everybody knows that the Devil is black man

Mrs. Thompson married a wealthy man
Counting her blessings when the trouble began
She was in love then, tracing his name in the sand
He knew her face like the back of his hand

She loves Harry and racing cars
How he brought her flowers to heal the scars
She loves Harry and Cuban cigars
When he knocked her down, he picked her up
And she came at him with the loving cup
Yeah, she came at him with the loving cup
From his racing days long ago

Mrs. Thompson widowed at sixty-five
She still thinks that her husband's alive
Calling the office day after day to see
"Is my loving Harry coming home to me?"

Oooo, my Harry

I heard you ran off chasing elephants?
What's the use in chasing elephants?
Do you need to skin them all like that?

Twelve steps up to higher powers
Prostrate yourself on the hour
Define every feeling that you have

Step right up
Tip your hat
Pink elephant

Fell in love with your depressions
Erections sprang from your confessions
Tender feelings stapled to your tongue

Grant me the power to make you shut up
Pop a beer, it's time to fess up
Life is so much better when you're high

I would be a footnote to your sober career
Somehow I think I missed out in all those drunk years
Could I trade a pink one for a white?
Would that make you finally see the light?

What's the use in chasing elephants?
Everyone is chasing elephants!
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah