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Lyrics for 'The Cult Of Ray' by 'Frank Black'
What Is There To Say ?
Still I Can`t Be Silent
Hear The Cult Of Ray
And You`ll Be Enlightened
People, They`re No Fun
I Saw Raymond Speak One Time, He Said Hello
And As He Opened Up My Mind, So Fried And Battered
I Heard His Words So Very Fine So High Above This Constant Dripping Chatter
Young Sharks Feeding On The Scrapple
And Upstarts Feeding On Your Adam`s Apple
And You Can`t Hear Yourself In All This Babble
And Are You Feeling Role Strain
Melting Rock Into Metal
Melting Rock Into Metal
Melting Rock Into Metal Again ?
In A Dark Place
In The Deep Sky
Is An Old Man
Is An Old Man
In A Coffee Can
And He`s Waiting
In The Old Rain
In The Dep Sky
And He`s Waiting
Hear The Cult Of Ray
Fear The Boy As Tyrant
People Have A Way
When Their Mood Is Violent
People, They`re No Fun
I Have A Century In Mind, Wait, Oh No
At Least Two Centuries In Mind, Say, It Doesn`t Matter
This Rock Is Turning Into Sand While We Are Drowning Here In Our Own Shatter
You Can`t Eat Dirt Cause It Tastes So Awful
Like No Sugar In Your Turkish Coffee
And Can`t Smile Cause I Got Me A Mouthful
And I`ve Been Grinding This Grain
Melting Rock Into Metal
Melting Rock Into Metal
Melting Rock Into Metal Again
In A Dark Place
In The Deep Water
Is An Old Man
In A Coffee Can
And He`s Waiting
In The Old Rain
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