Out of the Crescent City
Jerome

Fly hard, fly long, fly quick I say
Fly far away from this evil place
This city of greed, a painful land
Fly out of the grasp of its iron hand
With rivers flowing milk and mud
And rain that falls as acid blood
Falling on heads both righteous and wrong
Washing away truth in a menstrual flood
A cancer killing both weak and strong
A landfill of hatred, devoid of love

A mother whose womb bears loathing and pain
Whose children are stamped with the mark of Cain
Where pestilence eats the soul of the free
Children all blind from the puss-eye disease
Here in this land the accursed are found
In the sea of urine the holy are drown
High on his throne sits the prince of the night
With his phallic scepter, his steel crown
Anathema City, with a bloody plight
The grotesque corpse of a once living town

Fly sweet seraphim and leave this place
Fly to the noble, the just and the chaste
Oh, bird that shines like Apollo's sphere
Carry me off to the land beyond fear
The gates to which Love holds the keys
To where Eden lay among the trees
That I may believe in the truth I seek
As Jason sought after his precious fleece
For into this garden my mind longs to peek
And taste of the nectar of perfect peace

Where in the garden's bosom green
I would sit and hear the whippoorwills sing
By streams of glass and noble mountains
Drinking ambrosia from crystal fountains
To dine on milk and wine and honey
To never grow tired, thirsty or hungry
Oh, that love were my lot, pleasure my fate
My song t'would be a sweet melody
But I am yet chained to anguish and hate
And so I wail on in lamentful decree

Fly strong, fly far, fly swift I say
And carry me to that land far way
To heaven I flew on angelic wings
And beheld where all the cherubim sing
Then with clipp-ed wings I began to fall
And the earth did tremble at what I saw
I saw enthroned the nail-pierced Christ
I knew the lightning eyes of Jah
Come soon, dark bird of paradise
Govern my steps back to Shangri-La

Fly with me, oh bird of paradise
Guide me to heaven on holy wings
Leaving behind all pestilence and vice
For the holy court of the King of Kings