Jupiter Sheep

you know i’m not real

i couldn’t be real

i’m just getting better

at keeping my picture steady

now we’re in the living room

all these people here

i don’t think they see me

i must be an invisible picture

the waterfall sun

floating up above

but no one seems to notice

so i pull out my gun and kill them all

surfing through the walls

there are no real walls

i take a wrong turn

and fall through the floor into cosmic grey clouds

(someone other than the white earth mother

has a hand in wrecking my life i mean man

all things together i don’t know whether

i’d rather have it now with the quick knife

but i gotta step through the door

into the future once more

like a walking talking lead crusader

diving down through the pools of methane-ammonia

to communicate love to the sky beings

floating over pens full of jupiter sheep

five hundred miles an hour for love

and i’m never gonna land on my feet  no)

you know i love the world

i want to be the world

i don’t know why i do it but sometimes

i try to make it move around

the moon is my friend

i want to be the moon

and hang up above in the night sky

just for elizabeth taylor

the sun is alive

and little men live there

manipulating knobs on machines

that make me say these things

i want to be you

c’mon you can be me

and go falling through the bed

screaming into cosmic grey clouds

(stone age of reason for the blue-white planet

that’s third in the order of the brothers

and everybody there’s gone sexually crazed

from suppression of love for their mothers man

and soon i’ll drop into the sky again

orange red storms of hell like man

and try to express the problems of a blue-white planet

to the sky beings floating over pens full of jupiter sheep

nine hundred miles an hour for love

and i’m never gonna land on my feet

no)