Lyrics

Stranger in a strange land Strange to have no better plan Iggy pops up in Berlin At a Weimar vending machine Press S-A-N-D for a sandwich Out pops a prepacked bag of sand Ten thousand grains in a kleine packet He can hide it in his hand As a God in the act of creation Flings out a galaxy of stars As they slip through his fingers Show him the way to the next whiskey bar Streetlights bleaching out the sky Burn up all the space he needs Streetlights bleaching out the sky Never thought much about boredom Wasn't something that bothered me The hunt for work, the search for grace This oppressive variety Streetlights bleaching out the sky Burn up all the space he needs Streetlights bleaching out the sky No box, no suitcase to height Need twenty acres to set it free No ceremony in Detroit Change its name to entropy Sisters and brothers, I regret to inform The veil is torn, the priest has gone But the moon is hidden The gob-red eye of a shit brown dog Lying all wounded Alone in the vastness I stumbled and fell and scrabbled around Terrible struggles twixt flimsy gauze Excuses twinges and heartaches Outside the sun bakes I wait But the priest has gone A survival manual, a blind man Feeling the face of a darling child Ah! He is gone back to beyond Mankind snivels, footprints stretch Across tattered meadows bloom Cow clod round in circles of sex A snakes eye blinks staggers and dims A bubbling cauldron of sad lonely beans A dirty vest The priest has gone now