Turning back ten thousand years   It's all a blur where the taxi's go   Monster man a willing friend   Lucy serves the melon cold      Violent and delicious souls   Four red trucks dressed illegally   Mother knows how the bugle blows   Gonna get caught in her rug, babe      This is not a conclusion   No revolution   Just a little confusion   On where your head has been      Boats made out of paper float   Dreams made up for the banana king, darling!   Crumbs you have lapped freely of   Devious we all have been      Violent and delicious souls   Violent and delicious souls   This is not a conclusion   No revolution   Just a little confusion   On where your head has been