A Machine Spiritual (In the People's Key)

The people's key 
Ringing through arena seats 
The black machine 
Played it all from memory 
fever dream 
Well, I'll come back eventually 
To wade into the water 
Another and another 

We go 
Form some kind of code 
The bodies float 
And form some kind of code 
The bodies float 
Someone's out to know 

Papa hobo 
Don't hide your eyes 
Mother mountain 
Don't kill your unborn child 
His day is coming 
His day is coming 

question burns 
Beneath the centuries of dirt 
That voice you've heard 
Well, every head's a different world 
Well, mine's concerned 
I boarded up the windows 
catatonic plateau 
backwards black-faced minstrel show 
So just let me go 
The prisoner moans 
Oh, just let me go 

The prisoner moans 
No one has to know 

Eva Braun went to dye her hair 
Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair 
And dreamed of nowhere 
And dreamed of nowhere 
And dreamed 

The people's key 
Ringing filling everything 
The theme repeats 
Thinner than the galaxy 
Impart to me 
Your wisdom and eventually 
I'll float into the ether 
Another from another 

We grow 
Form some kind of code 
flesh at bone 
We form some kind of code 
flesh at bone 
No, you're not alone 

History bows and it steps aside 
In the jungle there's columns of purple light 
We're starting over 
We're starting over 
We're starting 
We're starting