And so the story goes   They wore the clothes   They said the things   To make it seem improbable   The whale of a lie   Like they hope it was      And the Goodmen of Tomorrow   Had their feet in the wallow   And their heads of shorn   And how they bought their positions   With saccharin and trust   And the world was asleep   To our latent fuss      The Bewlay Brothers   In our Wings that Bark   Flashing teeth of Brass   Standing tall in the dark      Oh   And we were gone   Hanging out with your Dwarf Men   We were so turned on   By your lack of conclusions      I was Stone and he was Wax   So he could scream   And still relax   Unbelievable   And we frightened the small children away      And our talk was old   And dust would flow   Thru our veins and Low it was midnight   Back at the kitchen door   Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor   And the solid book we wrote   Cannot be found today      The Bewlay Brothers   With our backs on the arch   In the Devil-may-be-here   But He can't sing about that      Oh   And we were Gone   Real Cool Traders   We were so Turned On   You thought we were Fakers      Now the dress is hung   The ticket pawned   The Factor Max   That proved the fact   Is melted down   And woven on the edges of my pillow   And my Brother lays upon the Rocks   He could be dead   He could be not   He could be You   He's Chameleon, Comedian, Corinthian and   Caricature   Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky      The Bewlay Brothers   In the Blessed and the Cold   In the Crutch-hungry Dark   Was where we flayed our Mark      Oh   And we were Gone   Kings of Oblivion   We were so Turned On   In the Mind-Warp Pavilion      Lay me place and bake me Pie   I'm starving for me Gravy   Leave my shoes and door unlocked   I might just slip away   Hey      Just for the Day   Hey   Please come Away   Hey   Just for the Day   Hey   Please come Away