Can You Treat It Like An Oil Well,

When It's Underground, Out Of Sight?

And If The Sight Is Just A Whore Sign

Can It Make Enough Sense To Me?

Pretend The Table Is A Trust Knot,

We'll Put Our Labels Down, Faith Is Down

And Watch The Yards Of Twine Unravel

And You'll Never Get It Back-

It's What I Want, Don't You Know

We Could Make It Dry

"I've Been Crowned, The King

Of It And It Is All We Have So

Wait To Hear My Words And

They're Diamond Sharp I Could

Open It Up If It's Up And Down"