The Cult of Ray Frank Black

What is there to say?
Still I can't be silent
Hear the Cult of Ray
And you'll be enlightened
People, they're no fun

I saw Raymond speak one time, he said, "Hello"
And as he opened up my mind
Oh so fried and battered
I, I heard his words so very fine
So high above this constant dripping chatter

Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts on your Adam's apple
And you can't hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain?

Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again

Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again

In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he's waiting
In the old rain
In the deep sky
And he's waiting
And he's waiting
And he's waiting
And he's waiting
And he's waiting
And he's waiting