out over the desert
see the storm coming in
wonder 'bout your camel
and about your kin
all the people
down at the temple
they're throwing rice
and they're carryin' on
looking for the eye
at the storm of the calm

if your building is burning
don't throw out your baby
you might find
she'd like to burn as well
if you're looking for learning
then you can see maybe
there ain't all that much
'round here to tell

and all we can remember
is no more
than all the nothing
we have kept at home
so suit yourself

wander 'round to the kitchen
something's brewin'
don't know what's been doin' what
wander 'round to the backdoor
won't you come in
oh, the water's been boilin'
and the priest is out there oilin'
squeeky wheels
trying to rise above the din

Sodom and Gomorrah
or no place
hold you up so
we can speak to gall
aw, suit yourself

out over the ocean
see the storm coming in
wonder 'bout your camel
and about your kin
all the people
down at the temple
they're throwing rice
and they're carryin' on
looking at the eye
at the storm of the calm

don't you worry no how
told me
all together
holy under none
we are told
we are the one
so
suit yourself

© 1991 GNILSONGS

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