Spook at the door I spoke with a whisper Supersoul I caught in a window Said "Bow it down!" Said "Bow it down on me!" Spook at the door I spoke with a whisper Oh mystic - am I foolish soul? Oh listen - am I hard to hold? Spook at the door I spoke with a whisper And it leaves the house Supersoul! I caught in a window And it leaves the house Marked and not faintly so When brotherism came and placed A hand on me And I felt I could not Ununderstand! But I do and have and I will And I write these songs to trick god But I do not take it lightly And It settled down In your spine Everything thickening down in Your spine And all the money that I earned And all the safety After the stinging it returns To sit sedately! But I do and I have and I will And I write these songs to trick god But I do not take it lightly And it's all in aphorisms I was just believing myself slowly And the feeling changed In tents is where you listen I was always poking Round the suburbs With a heart of glass! With a heart of glass! A while back we bonded In a cold case with ceiling! Enough hush coat up! In one hour In your public panic room Well be here! Tone deaf you awkward clown Just wait! Weak words weaker will Just wait! With your northern soul and Southern hands! Yeah! Would you feel full and not much Else? Yeah! (Uhhhnnnnerrrrrrrnerrrrr) But did you ask for it? Really ask for it?