good morning christopher!

good morning christopher
we're outrunning yer photographer
who's taken artistic poliroids
i was makin with a magazine
you were tellin me all about yer dreams
you say christ had been here before
i say christopher, its been discovered before
so we paid 22 americans to a drop-eyed thief
the train conductor blew his smoke to me and said
"that boy dont need a shrink, he needs a priest"
so i lit a match and burnt the rest of my cash in my hat
and looked out the window of the train
and the roman soldiers were a' comin' fast
so you stuck yer head out the window and said

Pilot eyes
i cant decide
to love or to die
i cant decide
to love is to lie
to die is to lie
i cant decide, you cant decide, we cant decide

so we hopped out the window into poppy fields
fell down asleep, my heads the fool on the hill
we chewed up the leaves in the bottom of the tea cup
ate up our fortunes to turn it into luck
but the dag that we ate crawled back through my lips
and the plant that we smoked puffed out my eye lids
spelling a message to us in the cloud over us
"go back to the womb -- get out of us!"
so i looked in yer face, it was covered in moss
vines covered yer arms, your feet began to be lost
in the flowers and your hair flew off yer bald head shining
and you spread out yer thighs and said "its safe in here,
but its time to decide, this is how you can love with the lie
or this can be the way to lie down and die
discover a place that you've been to before
but drink up new death, lie like before
curl up yer arms and up root yer legs
decide to love and lie or to lie and to die
learn to see through your pilot eyes.

Pilot eyes
i cant decide
to love or to die
i cant decide
to love is to lie
to die is to lie
i cant decide, you cant decide, we cant decide