What is there to say ?
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Still I can`t be silent
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Hear the cult of Ray
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And you`ll be enlightened
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People, they`re no fun
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I saw Raymond speak one time, he said hello
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And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
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I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter
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Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
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And upstarts feeding on your Adam`s apple
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And you can`t hear yourself in all this babble
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And are you feeling role strain
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Melting rock into metal
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Melting rock into metal
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Melting rock into metal again ?
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In a dark place
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In the deep sky
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Is an old man
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Is an old man
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In a coffee can
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And he`s waiting
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In the old rain
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In the dep sky
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And he`s waiting
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Hear the cult of Ray
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Fear the boy as tyrant
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People have a way
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When their mood is violent
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People, They`re no fun
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I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
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At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn`t matter
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This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter
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You can`t eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
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Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee
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And can`t smile cause I got me a mouthful
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And I`ve been grinding this grain
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Melting rock into metal
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Melting rock into metal
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Melting rock into metal again
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In a dark place
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In the deep water
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Is an old man
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In a coffee can
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And he`s waiting
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In the old rain
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The Cult of Ray
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| Frank Black |
