Track 5, "Terror" -The sky is high with the living breath,
and there's a little bit of luck between alive and death.
The words I sing, they're very plain
lt's an eagle on a wing
Hey, we play audio illusions.
And the sky is high with the living breath,
with your ears you look past me.
The words I sing, they're very plain.
I'm an eagle on a wing.
Yeah, we play audio illusions.
Playin' them god damned illusions

It's six o'clock and the sun comes up...
woke up this morning without a heart,
you know I bled it dry long ago.
Feeling these feelings that I can't even start and now I'm loveless;
walking over it every day.
Can't you see, oh god,
you know life ain't good for nothing when you're caught up in a frees".
You know that I've been compared to the body of the son,
I didn't mean to hurt no one.
A broken bottle from his hand hits the ground
and he's watching all the bodies go around
and around and around Coming down,
got my two feet on the ground, and I'm walking around.
Now I'm timesick of the reasons,
I'm timesick of the seasons, but you know I'm not Kerouac.
I'm timesick of the laying to rest of the woman
who taught me how to be human
and you know I don't care about the rest.
I'm coming down, with my two feet on the ground and I'm wad' around

Little green men coming out of paint cans,
Phosphate mines and Slaked Lime, 1966, he was sixteen,
it's Central Florida in the era of the dragline,
play it over the pit and dig up more of that green shit,
and trade it with the Russians, who are traditionally hated,
you can imagine that after a few years
that you'd run out of things to say,
and I'll be here every day.
Phospho~Gypsum, Radon-222,
the daughters watch over you,
on a transformer four stories high it walks like a cripple
and turns on its base,
diggin' up that Dicalcium Phosphate.
Travel the blacktop
and you won't have far to go to find an alien civilization,
a creature from a creation that's from outer space.
Sixty foot high for miles around;
one million tons of Phospho~Gypsum tailings rise to the sky.
Nearly half the world's fertilizer once lay beneath the overburden;
it got taken off this sandbar,
and now there's something that's left behind.
Hey, this place is a mess!
'what are you takin' about?
I'll clean it up later.
No, that's not the way it is at all, I'm not a miner I don't care,
man, that's pant of the system, I'm punk,
but who's gonna indict the Wall Street Journal, just me and Bob Ray,
it's just part of the system here on the surface of the planet
and the day has come when there's only work left
There's unlimited sunshine in a bottle of Tropicana,
with his friends and his 'Spooky Tooth' 8-track flipped upside down,
drivin' in his Mercury Monterey down to Lithia Springs,
saying that if we could take the tailings,
and build a building for the New York Stork Exchange,
then we could tell everyone about
how we live in a state that digs Radon by the ton
and you'll be loved by everyone,
and the government will give us a Superfund,
and 'we're Radon, and that's Science Fiction. 
 

Yes, I'm glad you made it,
'cause I got a lot to say about a little country in the water.
See, they're not so happy on an island in the Caribbean.
The folks, their luck has all run out
and they're drownin' all the opposition.
Travel down this road to the port of Miami,
they're turning them away every day.
And look who's sitting on that city commission,
well they came here not long ago.
And It's the thoughts that cover up a 'weak heart
and that marks a shallow soul.
The front that blocks off the sight of the spectrum of life
tries to polarize the whole...
I guess I'll never know...
If we all came over on a boat,
how can you act like you walked here on the water? 

The middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,
middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,
there's a middle-aged rasta guy joggin' around gainesville,
don't know where he comes from,
he's kinda like pac- man,
he runs through the streets of,
running through the streets of Babylon,
rasta guy, middle-aged rasta jogger guy,
middle-aged rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy holding his hands high
and he's jogging around gainesville
holding his hands up high jogging around gainesville,
run run, rasta guy, middle-aged rasta jogger guy,
middle-aged rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy holding his hands high
and he's jogging around gainesville
holding his hands up high jogging around gainesville, rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy, middle-aged rasta guy,
middle-aged rasta jogger guy.