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Elliott Murphy
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The Prince of Chaos
Like a Pelegrine crucified on the horns of a Spanish bull
Deep in Andalusia where the winter air is still
Beckoning to no man the minstrel circles and divides
Upon an ash heap of memories the detective is covered in hives
Recognized by man as the distant son of Paul
He was brought up in a boxcar
Where he learned to jump and roll and fall
Legends of the homeless whom the mighty earth rejects
I see windmills in the distance and a string of shrunken heads
And new year's was coming preparations must all be made
We're gonna round up all the sinners
We're gonna tell them that its time to bathe
You go press up your finery and your crimson gowns galore
Reject your benefactor give presents to your whore
And the head of Abel we're gonna lay him down to rest
Bad marks to Cain and Ahab who's actions were only in jest
I'm the prince of chaos of random destiny
The three sisters of fate they want nothing to do with me
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Life's a bowl of cold misfortune sitting stable on the breakfast table
With Zeus and Maximillian and the fox in Aesop's fable
Rubber is the missing link bounce my gold hated suitor
Peter Allen Judy garland sting and Ry Cooder
Memories are made of this like movies with no movie screen
Random access is what i got chronology is just some kind of dream
Someone take all these flags down and stop the sacrificial salute
You can meet me in Xanadu ill be dressed in a pinstriped suit
I'm the leader they were seeking I tell you I'm the one
We're gonna welcome back assassins with a prayer book and with a gun
Tell me who will warn the people when the deception tide does rise
Or is it something far more natural an instinct we must abide
Instinct laughs the fisherman is like trying to gather fish
I know they live out on the water but the rest is hit and miss
But oh my fishing days are over although I miss my rods gentle curve
Life is the subject to live is just a verb
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