Moonman wandering in clothes of sand
Yes, he died from the slumber machine
Pipe thin blood drips from a silver screen
Heathens in Paradise
Earth is but a landing ground for you
Four winged horseman, light the sky
Slay the beast who dares to fly
Maiden sees the angel launch his spear
In the woodlands found by King Lear
Heathens in Paradise
Only the fool may laugh at the truth
Midsummer night's dream in the Jazz Age
Langston Hughes has died today
Bathe in the Nile with your native sons
Cleanse your soul from what the white man's done
Heathens in Paradise,
Spare fine clothes for the wandering Jew
Son of man, your kingdom is night
Gospel of John will now rewrite
A story for peasants, told with a Gentile reign
Plant the seed of illusion for those who feign
Heathens in Paradise,
no room in heaven left for me
