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 Goodmen of Tomorrow
  Had their feet in the wallow
  And their heads of Brawn
  were nicer shorn
  And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
  And the world was asleep
  to our latent fuss
  Sighing, the swirl through the streets
  Like the crust of the sun
  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
  Thru our veins and Lo!
  it was midnight
  Back o' the kitchen door
  Like the grim face
  on the Cathedral floor
  And the solid book we wrote
  Cannot be found today
    And it was Stalking time
  for the Moonboys
  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 edging of my pillow
  Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
  He could be dead, He could be not
  He could be You
  He's Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
  "Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
  The Bewlay Brothers
  In the feeble and the Bad
  The Bewlay Brothers
  In the Blessed and 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
  Just for the Day, Hey!
  Please come Away, Hey! [repeat ad inf.]