And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things
To make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie like they hope it was

And the good men of tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of shorn

And how they bought their positions
With saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep
To our latent fuss

The Bewlay Brothers
In our Wings that Bark
Flashing teeth of Brass
Standing tall in the dark

Oh and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream and still relax
Unbelievable and we frightened
The small children away

And our talk was old and dust would flow
Through our veins and low, it was midnight
Back at the kitchen door
Like the grim face on the cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil may be here
But he can't sing about that

Oh and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact
Is melted down and woven
On the edges of my pillow

And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not
He could be you he's Chameleon
Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
Shooting up pie in the sky

The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and the cold
In the crutch hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark

Oh and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I'm starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes and door unlocked
I might just slip away, hey

Just for the day, hey
Please come away, hey
Just for the day, hey
Please come away