He said he was not ambitious,
a model of self-control
He looked like an upholstered anthropoid,
Gemini's finer soul
Before him there were many,
after him none
An exact likeness of a thought of the gods,
misunderstood and gone
Oh,
the only one
But the one is gone,
gone
Oh,
I'm the only one But the one is gone,
the only one
He built himself a cross to bear
I didn't know he was secretly Makasi
And iron hung out everywhere Oh, what a pity
And he's gone now,
and it's ash Fall,
Yule log dying
Decadence in spats, we're crying Gone
His blood still boils in my veins I am run amuck in the rows
I'm trapped in a catcher somewhere Can anyone hear me?
Honeysuckle knows
I'm the only one
I'm misunderstood I'm gone,
gone,
gone
The only one
I know they're coming for me
Will they receive me that way?
And they're lighting a pyre for wood That is dark and wet
Oh,
what a waste
And I'm gone
No one wants to stay I don't know
If I really wanted to anyway Gone,
gone,
gone,
and gone
Jon Grudnoff