The world's strongest man was a shaman of neat country bread
He turned a gun on me one time, he said You look so scared
I said I'm hardly scared, I'm nearly there
and I see that gun shakes in your hand

The Nazarene bled like a pot boiling fresh clotted cream
I skipped school to go and read words off his surgical seam
He said Will you be spared as I have been spared?
I said, Brother, you haven't been spared

And there's nothing in the light
Just invisible children we sing to at night

Mutants and monsters did gather in the mausoleum
The widow was questioned by a man by a man who came out just to see
She said If he's good to go, then I'm good to go
Then her smoke fell upon us like snow

And there's nothing in the light
Just invisible children we sing to at night

I slept as if I had been poisoned or knocked on the head
I was sprawled on the floor in the parlor of Queen Candy Red
It was quite innocent when I softy dreamt
And held her twin tits in contempt

And there's nothing in the light
Just invisible children we sing to at night

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): JAMES TOTH