Текст песни Barnyard Story

Chicken in the farmyard, there's an oven in your bin You're growing old with sorrow, you're growing fat with sin I was living in the graveyard, I was hanging from the wall I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide I beheld that flaming chariot and I saw the sacred bride Now and then my life seems truer, now and then my life seems pure All in all, my thoughts are fewer - maybe death will be my cure