Lighthouse Keeper by Cross Canadian Ragweed
A long haired man came to my door
Wearing roman sandles, carrying a golden sword
Said come with me, and I'll take you higher.
We soared out of the atmosphere
On his magic carpet that he let me steer
He said take the ring, son, and I'll let you fly her.
We escalated through a thick of clouds
And our only thought was not coming down
Towards the amber glow I started to feel the fire.
It was a unicorn with a neon arm
Wearing a belted saddle that was slightly worn
And I pulled my mystic rug right up beside her.
I sat down on a floatin stool
She knealt her head and produced a jewel
I smiled and asked, If I could ride her.
And I saw the lighthouse keeper.
His hollow eyes that pierced my soul
He said that I'm just a desperate seeker
Searching for what I did not know.
On Pegasus I was flying free
A careless loss of a purple sea
When I came upon a lonesome fortune teller.
She gazed into a crystal ball
And I saw that giant gavel fall
And she asked if I could be her pallbearer.
I heard that gypsy prophesize
Of the tearing flesh and the mothers' cry
And the crimson flow of blood that would run forever.
We stood before the Kings and Queens
And a hooded man with a guillotine
And prepared to meet the eternal tax collector.
Then a dying man with an aristocrat
On his balcony with a welcome mat
And he laughed and drank all the wine from his cellar.
REPEAT CHORUS, GUITAR SOLO 'TIL END OF SONG