your eyes are flat, the city's hot   night falls over the barren system   leave the cracked city block   come back to the old religion   throw your seed behind the plough   throw your wine in the face of nothing      feel the sea anemone   children played in the rockery garden   we're all John Barleycorn   we're all one in old religion   meet me by the waving rye   the question mark in the scarecrow's eye      Gaelic runes and harvest moons   Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol   mustard seed and dandelion   a time to live, a time to die      meet me in the waving leaves   the question mark in the scarecrow summer   meet me out by the lemon trees   pull me down, and pump me dry      lie back down and think of rain   in the blossom of the willow   mastering the morning pain   gorgeous on your petal pillow      mustard seed and dandelion   treading wine for the old religion      the high priest and the artisan   piping at the gates of knowledge   Saturnine as the hammer god   hammering, getting it on      meet me by the waving rye   the question mark in the scarecrow's eye      Gaelic runes and harvest moons   shinto dogs at the phallic symbol   mustard seed and dandelion   a time to live, a time to die      meet me in the waving summer   the question mark in the scarecrow's eye   making out by the rhodedendron   pull me down, and pump me dry      like back now and think of sorrow   thw question mark in the scarecrow's eye   mustard seed and dandelion   a time to live, a time to die      meet me in the waving leaves   the question mark in the scarecrow summer...