Indians, Whores, and Spanish Men of God Lyrics

Jesus and wild dogs guide us ever on
There is nothing you can do for those poor fearless fools
Now we'll never live forever together together in those sky days again
You've gone around the bend walking in the dark
The black sky in your weeping eyes
Is clawing through the great disguise of what we've been
Getting at for such a long time
The birds fly on the wind, carry their young beneath their wings
Riding the tides of the falling skies
Those termites and rats have made those great holes in our maps
And the graves that we've been digging
And for our bones and spare change to rollin'
The sick cars are coughing up doom and the broken traffic lights
Of hell, their silver fangs hang piercing away each city street with
Their cold, unblinking eyes. Bent at the alter made of loose soil
Beside the trash and broken glass, every prayer comes rolling
Down the cold wild wind from the blowing sky...
The birds fly on the wind, carry their young to a home on high
Riding the tides of the falling sky
The filthy scum around the captain's eye is staring into the sun
That dripping sun scum will hold you mesmerized as you go higher, ever on
And when you reach a certain peak you will see the lives of western
Dreams made of mud and Indian teeth
And the honey of white women's thighs\Now the golden combs inside shaped like other worldly insect eyes, they smell like Jesus' blood and the taste
Reunites you of good but distant times
The pines wail in the night
Mourning the souls of their brothers and sisters
As you charge into the sun
The captain tells you of a whorehouse in his eye
You'll see the blood and smell the oozing fruit
And know you have arrived
As you charge into the sun
There he shows you where his treasures live,
The heads of Indians and Spanish men of god
Kept in gold leaf liquor and formaldehyde jars
On shelves a thousand miles high
He'll pour two whiskeys with blood and horses' eyes
The shit will keep you hard for the rest of time
So you can kill and fuck the stars in the sky
It is the grandest dream he could comprise
The bombs sail on the wind
And carry our love to our brothers and sisters
The captain's eye will never lose its sight