Goliath was a big boy.

A Philistine is what he was.

He got involved in a rock fight.

The way one often does.

There is a moral to the story.

Did Goliath stand to tall?

Or maybe he could have learned to duck?

Or maybe not rock fight at all?

And I think it’s kind of funny.

And I think it’s kind of sad.

That the dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had.

I find it hard to tell you.

I find it hard to take.

When people run in circles. It’s a very very mad world.

Enlarging your world.

Mad world.

‘The problem is all inside your head.’ she said to me.

“The answer is easy if you take it logically.”

“I’d like to help you in your struggle to be free. “

“There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.”

We’re setting sail for a place on the map. From which no one has ever returned. Drawn by the promise of the Joker and the fool, and the light of the crosses that burn. Drawn by the promise of the women and the lace. And the gold and the cotton and pearls.

It’s the place where they keep all the darkness you need.

You sail away from the light of the world on this trip baby…

The Justice waved her wand.

On her face she wore a frown.

I asked if I could speak.

She gave a nod, I laid it down.

There was this awful thing.

A prejudgemetal kind of vibe.

But when I told the truth.

She knew the others lied.

She left and then returned.

The air changed cool to warm.

That’s where time stands still.

At the eye of the storm.

She lives with a broken man.

A cracked polystyrene man.

Who just crumbles and burns.

He used to do surgery.

For girls in the eighties.

But gravity always wins.

And it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing.

She tastes like the real thing.

My fake plastic love.

Why don’t you tell me about the mystery dance?

I want to know about the mystery dance?

Why don’t you show me. Cause I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’m still mystified.

I can’t do it anymore and I’m not satisfied.

Well I remember when the lights went out.

I was trying to make it look like it was never in doubt.

She thought that I knew and I thought that she knew. Both of us were willing… but we didn’t know how to do it.

Why don’t you tell me about the mystery dance?

You are talking, so much talking about a story so absurd.

Spitting lies and alibis. You are just like Amber Heard.

You are walking sweet and smiling. In my bed you shit a turd.

You are special sweet, a victim. You are just like Amber Heard.

And when the spotlights shining. All the lines they get so blurred.

You are angry, I am Johnny. You are just like Amber Heard.

In this world of love and reason, a strange conformity occurred.

Under the bright light of day. You are just our Amber Heard.

There’s a retired businessman named Red. He’s cast down from heaven and out of his head. Feeds off of everyone that he can touch.

He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash. He’s not someone you play around with much.

There ain’t no turning back when the foot of pride comes down… ain’t no turning back.

Hear you have a brother named James. Don’t forget faces and names . Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed.

Looks straight into the sun and says revenue is mine.But he drinks and drinks can be fixed.

Sing me one more song about you, love me till the morning stranger. And your fall by the sword love affair with Errol Flynn.

In these times of compassion, where conformity is in fashion. Say one more stupid thing before the final nail is driven in.

There ain’t no turning back when the foot of pride comes down… ain’t no turning back.

Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold.

Maybe you’re just like my mother.

She’s never satisfied.

Why do we scream at each other.

This is what it sounds like when doves cry.