Green gables are the like the angels of deans
And the colleges all know what I've seen
And on Ganymede their eating fends
Off appetite, doing it right
And the space between us forges my face
And my eyes are longing for 'mazing grace
And the Chinese food makes me wary
Burn it in wok
I cannot talk
For I've got a mouthful and a brown brain
And the colleges are breeding the pain
And the yeast earn forge philosophies
Went to the moon
Cutting down trees
And a man to carry a lambswool rug
And the churches like to barrage with talk
And the ticks that Blakey saw in his vis'
Are not acknowledged
We hear "peace, peace."
And the man without a moment to spare
Puts his anointing oil in the air
And he sprays the wall with cologne strong
Like Rael the aerosol child from the Lamb
And Yeshua comes and changes my name
And my Catholic Bible shakes in my hand
And the local boys do not understand
I stand by the wall
Wanting to call
And in Sydney's awake moments we read
And the White wash comes and barrages weed
