In the Beginning of the End (serpent mix)
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This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands
The end, no safety or surprise
The end
I’ll never look into your eyes… again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free?
Desperately in need of some stranger’s hand
In a desperate land
In the beginning
God created
The heaven
And the earth
And the earth
was without form
and void
and darkness was upon the face
of the deep
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain
And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters
There’s danger on the edge of town
Ride the King’s highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake
He’s old, and his skin is cold
And God said: Let the waters bring forth abundantly
The moving creature that hath life
And God created every living creature that moveth
Be fruitful and multiply
And God made the beast of the earth after his kind
And cattle after their kind
And every thing that creepeth upon the earth after his kind
And God saw that it was good
Now the serpent was more subtle
Than any beast of the field
Which the Lord God had made
The Lizard King
King of the universe
So God created man in his own image
In the image of God created he him
Male and female created he them
Now the Lord God had planted a garden in the East
In Eden
And there he put the man he had formed
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we’ll do the rest
The blue bus is callin’ us
The blue bus is callin’ us
Driver, where you takin’ us?
And God said: Behold
I have given you every herb
And the earth brought forth grass
And God said: Let there be light
And there was light.
And God saw the light, that it was good
And God divided the light
From the darkness
And the evening and the morning were the first day.
Divide the light from the darkness
The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall
And he came to a door
And he looked inside
“Father?”
“Yes, son”
“I want to kill you”
“Mother… I want to… fuck you”
And God blessed them
And God said unto them
Be fruitful and multiply
And replenish the earth
And subdue it
C’mon, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, on a blue bus
Doin’ a blue rock, c’mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
What have you done?
In the middle of the garden were the tree of life
And the tree of the knowledge of good and evil
The voice of your brother’s blood
Cries to me from the ground!
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end
It hurts to set you free
But you’ll never follow me
He made the stars also
Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of God
Wandering, wandering in hopeless night
Out here in the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we is stoned
Immaculate
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end.
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