A punkoid opera in C flat and razor sharp       We have traveled pain and love    To call ourselves high born    Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is legend    Lunacy is legend       Words I fear that clutch my crutch    And drive your senses crazy    Men or women too get blue,    so don't make living hazy    No don't make living hazy       Once in youth the wisdom crouched    Deep inside my bedroom    Visitations now are scarce, winter life is lonely    Now winter life is lonely       Temples that are bleak and bleached    Are bleached up on the highway    God of truth returned just once    and made my prison homely       Don't make my life so lonely