Dead Man's Creek Lyrics - In The Woods...

We've got electric light - electric sight 

Electric mother river 

You float on down from town to town where they 

Think they are in a certain charge 

Moody angels and a little tree-goat 

- We might even try and we might even float 

Far up in the sky where mother Sun put her rays 

We can see the garden flow with its electric face 

And the knowledge we gained from clouds 

Gone insane is the rhythm of the ol' triangle 

To gather up some rain 

C'mon, the river rape them 

- Slaves of the moon 

And the monster will turn up in the end 

To settle down next June 

So, why do they strive across their stream of lies 

For they might turn vital, mean and wild 

And we'll turn them into matchsticks that'll burn 

Them 'till they die 

I will leave far tonight You'd better find another 

Clown for your circus to feed our common enlightenment... 

Through and through