And so the grotesque clowns wander But unlike the prophets, they squander In the desert over yonder And I've traveled so long to sit and groan And I've traveled so far to be so alone And the drab furniture and the terrible thoughts that led me here To the middle of an arid desert One where God erected tall mountains And once sent His missioned prophets But now remains only deadly serpents and prickly thicket Whose backs are beaten by a boiling star That keeps this circus in town I tell ya, the clowns are crying Along with the children they terrorize God damn it, God damn it! Someone tell them the circus caravan left The circus caravan left Amid a barren chapel Where knees once bent for a celestial master Who would change their forsaken lot But I know that the desert and the mountains And the fruit and even the clowns And serpents will bring the truth of my exile Then finally, the oneiric pestilence will recede