Come back, Lizard king!
We need you here.
You crocked Jesús -
You funny Moses -
You little packet rocket;
We need you more than ever again.
Come sing us to sins,
Come break us in,
Come back come back –
To the mortal magazine.
We need you back,
On the radiator grill.
Come take a ride with us to the other side,
Hounds of hell won’t fight or bite,
Your jealous charisma -
Your hallucinating pride -
We need you back all right.
You loud bastard,
You special friend,
Before the dawn breaks again.
Come take my hand in faith.
The white light shining through the lance,
You cannot cancel your resurrection,
Ever again.
Light the fire around the bones and the bushes,
Generations are coming to your solemn land,
To pin down Mr. Mojo to the ground.
Come rise savior,
Come back from your wooden cage,
We need your dirty helm,
To get us to the house of detention.
Famished and undetected.
Their hunger is taking away,
The glory and the gem.
Clocks ticking like a time bomb,
On the orange tablet.
Come back stranger,
We are lost in an insane game.
Crying for the summer rain.
Show us to the snake pit,
On the way to the desperate Land.
The children are calling,
From the top of the mountain.
Come save us from this silent plan,
Come stop this madness,
Before the end!