Well I'll tell you a story of whiskey
& mystics & men
And about the believers, & how the
whole thing began
First there were women & children obeying
the moon
Then daylight brought wisdom & fever
& sickness too soon
You can try to remind me
instead of the other
you can be
You can help to insure
That we all insecure our command
If you don't give a listen
I won't try to tell your
new hand
This is it can't you see
That we all have our end in
the band
And if all of the teachers & preachers of wealth were
arraigned
We could see quite a future
for me in the literal sands
And if all of the people
could claim to inspect
such regret
Well we'd have no forgiveness
forgetfulness faithful
remorse
So I tell you
I tell you
I tell you
We must send away
We must try to find a new
answer instead of
a way
