Apocalyptic Vision

Like I'm looking down a real long hall,
there's your car in the middle of the tracks,
sittin' stalled.

Transition metamorphasizes me.
Something's comin' to be ... inside of me.
I don't know if i'm liken' it much,
I don't know if i need you you ... as my crutch.

... if I'm liken' it much ... will ya be my crutch?

I've got a thing i've gaotta get through.
Maybe it's got something to do with you?

There you sit.
Your car's at a stall.
Engine #9,
is coming down the line.

Just like a tin of a beer can,
you're gonna be crushed ... to a hush.

The human race ... has been put outta place.




  • performed by
    Snake Handling Immortal Tongue Speakers

    C. Moore Teetes - Vocals, Keyboards, Piano, Beer Can
    Bob - Bass
    Wally - Guitar
    Zoo Lou - Drums

    This song was written and recorded live
    ... exactly as you hear it. No overdubs, mixing, or knob twiddlin'.

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