Songtext von Flamen Dialis

He sleeps inside a burlap sack A clothes peg on his nose. He gathers rusty carpet tacks To scatter for the crows One hand erect, the other hangs limply One could suspect this man is just simply The greatest Flamen Dialis in the world He breaks his fast on stainless steel And dines on sunlight soap He sits on piles of orange peel To wink at passing Popes One eye is closed, the other is winking One could suppose the man is just sinking The greatest Flamen Dialis in the world He wears a red straitjacket when he's picking blackberries He vomits in a packet which he sells as liturgies One finger cocked, the other is wagging One would be shocked to see him sagging down He's just the greatest Flamen Dialis in the world