"At The Helm Of Hells Ships" lyrics - THE DESERT SESSIONS

[Spoken:]
Cat's eyes
Circle the globe on protruding white stalks
Dancers with green trays, baskets
Snakes slither and probe
A bridge of dog size
A bench, a chair
She's so fine that naked lady of mine
Slight turn in repose
The lings out on the moan
The churbs so small
A chorus of fogs step on into streets
Of forest greens, lanes

[Chorus:]
We all walk in the straight line
Nice and tight
We all walk in a straight line
Nice and tight

[Spoken:]
Elvis bleeds from the eyes
Madonnas light up the skies
Kneel before the potato
And kiss the forehand of Siva
Sunset and Vine

[Chorus:]
Walk in the straight line
With my knee on
My knee on
Walk in the straight line
Nice and tight

[Spoken:]
Jesus t-shirts
Airport chieftains
Blow-dried smiles
Nothing is sacred
No one is safe
Whispers of secrets walk
Through these streets where my lady lies
Sacredness

[Chorus:]
Walkin with my knee on
Knee on
Walkin the straight line
Nice and tight

[Spoken:]
Human chases at their Jesse Helms
Guiding the gnomes and
Their clone children, the king's dominion
Here, kitty, kitty
Here, kitty, kitty

[Outro:]
With my knee on