(brooker / reid)      Outside the gates of cerdes sits the two-pronged unicorn   Who plays at relaxation time a rhinestone flugelhorn   Whilst mermaids lace carnations into wreaths for ailing whales   And neptune dances hornpipes while salome sheds her veils      Phallus phil tries peddling his pewter painted pot   But sousa sam can only hear the screams of peep the sot   Who only sips his creme de menthe from terra cotta cups   And exhales menthol scented breath whilst spewing verbiage up      Down technical blind alleys live the wraiths of former dreams   And greeps who often crossed them are no longer what they seem   And even christian scientists can but display marble plaques   Which only retell legends whilst my eyes reach out for facts   Yeah, my eyes reach out for facts