Anganok The Residents (Ft. Spoonman)

For the lord, god, a newborn term
Bringeth.
Shit upon your heads, my bodies
Shit upon your heads
Welcome to eternity
I am the one called Anganok.
The sad imortal Anganok.

Eternity is heavenly
Let me set you straight
It's boring here and lonesome
like cold food on a paper plate

Here it's just us pale ghosts
with nothing to do but worry
each day begins and ends the same
watching the human's hurry
oh look there's one over there
There's a human behind the tree
And over there, a little baby
Isn't he cute?

But that was not for me
I could not sit and watch
I was an artist
At least I used to be