I’ve been everywhere and nowhere I’ve heard The Sound and the Fury I’ve felt like nobody's business I’ve smelt the rain on my back But, I’m here to tell you why you’ve never met me I’m not the Man in the Moon I said, I’m here to tell you, I’m here to tell you, I’m gonna tell you soon I’ve seen mountains, oceans, Saturn’s Rings I've seen the top of Scotland at the dawn of Spring I’ve seen the good and the bad and the perfect, the scarred from Niagara Falls to Zanzibar I’ve seen where we’re going and who will pay But I can’t see the Milky Way I’ve been There and Back Again I’ve heard What the Thunder Said I’ve felt my heart in my hand I’ve touched the start of the end But, I’m here to tell you why you’ve never met me I’m the elephant in the room. I’m here to tell you, I’m here to tell you I'm gonna tell you soon I’ve had a demon lover, can play a ratamacue I’ve got a velvet Elvis and a .32 I’ve got an undead cat by the name of Freddie I’ve got coon’s in my garbage but my aim’s not steady. I’ve got stars in my eyes and money to burn But I can’t see the planet turn. I’ve been out of my mind I’ve heard my inner voice howl I’ve felt alone in a crowd I’ve worn a cape and a cowl But I’m here to tell you why you’ll never meet me I’m the corpse you’d never exhume. I said I was gonna tell you that I can never tell you how to let your flowers bloom I’ve seen ancient hate and teenage ardor I’ve seen the Northern Lights within a mahjong parlor. I’ve seen grown men cry on the way to work I’ve met the man on the hill and he’s a jerk For all I’ve touched, felt, heard and prayed I still ain’t seen the Milky Way.

What I Want to Know Why do the worst always get to the top? Be they a lawyer, banker or roided-up cop, Who flies off in a rage if I quote him the law Defending myself. Man, that’s the last straw. Maybe it is that’s the gig with the Rules Used by the Rulers on the Ruled. Shout down the speakers, but defend the disturbed. And throw all the deadbeats and their kids to the curb. Let ‘em drug up your kids while they Tazer your Granny. Or else here’s Nurse Ratchet, the inquisitor Nanny. What do I want? And where am I going? Why is Bernanke seen as all-knowing? Where is the Horse and where is the Rider? Where are my keys? Why am I wider? Why do I hurt when I’m so broken and numb? Why do we continue to fight for their crumbs? When will the revolts turn from red to brown, Forget violet or orange, stop trusting in clowns? Shantih! Shantih! A seeming finale. Conceived and produced by Alistair Crowley What I want to know? What I want to know? What I want to know! What I want to know? What I want to know? What I want to know! The Dude’s not abiding, Mr. Wales is plumb mean It enough to drive even the most rational green The envy, the hate, the statistics, the jokes All mask the real problem that everyone’s broke. Bridges are falling, the culture’s decaying Even the the hair of the dog’s begun greying. Everyone’s talking and fingers are pointed Anger makes everything sound so disjointed It’s this more than terrorists that needs killin’ Less Hillary, Palin or Limbaugh more Dylan. Just askin’ questions won’t get it done You’d better sack up or they’ve already won. Just find your voice, along with your balls And get hold of this barrel before it reaches the falls. But wait there’s much more that I don’t understand As I stop and I turn to the guys in my band And ask them what they thinks going on Do they like the cut of the jib of this song? They look at me and say that I am in charge as long as this ship’s more a cruise than a barge So get back in the groove, man,make a new start Our whole is much more than the sum of our parts. It’s real good advice and it cuts through the thickness But doesn’t get down to the source of the sickness. So, here’s my best offer Mr. Congressman Thievin’ Why don’t you go fuck yourself, and we’ll call it even. What I want to know Is when you will go And leave us alone.