What is there to say, still I can't be silent   Hear the cult of Ray   And you'll be enlightened   People, they're no fun      I saw Raymond speak one time, he said, "Hello"   And as he opened up my mind, [Incomprehensible] so fried and battered   I heard his words so very fine, so high above   This constant dripping chatter      Young sharks feeding on the scrapple   And upstarts on your Adam's apple   And you can't hear yourself in all this babble   And are you feeling role strain      Melting rock into metal   Melting rock into metal   Melting rock into metal again      Melting rock into metal   Melting rock into metal   Melting rock into metal again      In a dark place, in the deep sky   Is an old man in a coffee can   And he's waiting in the old rain   In the deep sky, he's leaning   He's leaning, he's leaning   He's leaning, he's leaning      Hear the cult of Ray   Fear the boy as tyrant   People have a way when their mood is violent   People, they're no fun      I have a century in mind, wait, oh no   At least two centuries in mind, wait, it does not matter   And this rock is turning into sand while we are drowning   Here in our own shatter      You can't eat dirt 'cause it tastes so awful   Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee   And I can't smile 'cause I got me a mouthful   And I've been grinding this grain      Melting rock into metal   Melting rock into metal   Melting rock into metal again      In a dark place in the deep water   Is an old man in a coffee can   And he's waiting in the old rain