From the recording Journeys Through Obscurity
Lyrics
Mushball
When those back door hinges start to squeak
My six senses spring a leak
I roll myself up into a tiny little ball
Roll around. I don’t have to speak
Pray the lord my soul to keep
I’m not saying nothing you don’t know
Chased around by baby elephants
I bask in my irrelevance
I’m not saying nothing you don’t know
We all need the keys
We all need the keys
We all need the keys to the tools
Stain my curtains with nicotine
Soak my spine in benzedrine
My eyes are popping and blinking like the airport lights
Spend my last dollar on gasoline
Take me from here to Abilene
To watch those blue worm wiggling in the sky all night
All the portents recommend
I ditch my mother and my closest friend
Where county road 7 crosses over Egyptian Creek
In the wildlife refuge covered in sand I found my lucky horseshoe and pineal gland
It gave me the lonesomest feeling that I had all week
We all need the keys
We all need the keys
We all need the keys to the tools
Last night I had my last orgasm
Dissolved my bones to protoplasm
I’ve been picking up radio signals from a church in space
I know you don’t think it’s so very great
Me becoming an invertebrate
But I’m not so enamored by your goddamn human race
We all need the keys
We all need the keys
We all need the keys to the tools