Dogged by the statistics   Waxing atavistic   Unrealistic   Nonetheless a real mystic   The music that lives in the sky   that travels along the invisible lines of view.      Blues for Castro   Can’t find Genghis Khan’s ashes   Locked in the father of strange   with a brainwash and a needle in my veins.      We need a wake up,   a chemical shake up,   a self-cleaning oven laying minds to waste.      Blues for Castro   Can’t find Genghis Khan’s ashes   Locked in the father of strange   with a brainwash and a needle in my veins.      I want a new figure of speech   Lying in the sand   A carcass on the beach   Judged and vilified   Everyone’s walking in your shoes   It’s non-negotiable   A deal breaker with courtesans singing      Blues for Castro   Can’t find Genghis Khan’s ashes   Locked in the father of strange   with a brainwash and a needle in my veins.