Frank Black – The Cult Of Ray Lyrics  Share

From Frank Black's album: The Cult Of Ray

What is there to say?
Still I can^,t be silent
Hear the cult of Ray
And you^,ll be enlightened
People, they^,re no fun

I saw Raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine so high above this constant dripping chatter

Young sharks feeding on the scrapple
And upstarts feeding on your Adam^,s apple
And you can^,t hear yourself in all this babble
And are you feeling role strain

Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again?

In a dark place
In the deep sky
Is an old man
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he^,s waiting
In the old rain
In the deep sky
And he^,s waiting
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Hear the cult of Ray
Fear the boy as tyrant
People have a way
When their mood is violent
People they^,re no fun

I have a century in mind, wait, oh no
At least two centuries in mind, say, it doesn^,t matter
This rock is turning into sand while we are drowning here in our own shatter

You can^,t eat dirt cause it tastes so awful
Like no sugar in your Turkish coffee
And can^,t smile cause I got me a mouthful
And I^,ve been grinding this grain

Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal
Melting rock into metal again

In a dark place
In the deep water
Is an old man
In a coffee can
And he^,s waiting
In the old rain
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