Your emperor's finger freezes

Before the lovesick mind

Your emperor gets off his pony

To meet us for the 57th time

I thought there's just enough to feed us

Between your emperor and mine

He says it's too bad what happened to Jesus

But John's tears taste like wine

I woke up on horseback

Not so very late at night

You barked into the black

And I saw the city sitting on its side

You took me down to the track and you drove me down

And you told me you werе never gonna let mе dry

You told me where I told you please don't

It's too bad what happened to Jesus

Thank god our Friday evening survived

The vandal with no sandals

He spilled his fucking sponges on my feet

Everybody knew what to do

Go home, turn on a candle and light a TV

Everybody howls and wheezes

They were pointing at Peter's fallen

Everybody saying "what happened to Jesus

Ought to happen every couple of days"

The red owl howled at a window wide before him

Nine cross-bone returners returned to birds performing

And the almost nude saddle-burners

called out to me without teeth

Or tongue or warning

It was a long day for Jesus

And a quiet night in California

The beach ball cathedral

Was dimpled like a sea fly swarming

You were downstairs fighting with people

Round where the apple trains come a-roaring

And the birdhouse in the palace

Kneel down in the noon-time rain reforming

I don't like what happened to Jesus

But I sure do like Saturday morning