Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin   You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin   I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall   I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall      Once I stood upon olympus, then the heavens opened wide   I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride   Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure   All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure