And so the story goes
they wore the clothes
They said the things

to make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie
like they hope it was

And the Goodmen of Tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of Brawn

were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep

to our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun

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 o' 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 Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
The Bewlay Brothers

In the feeble and the Bad
The 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
Just for the Day, Hey!

Please come Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]