Bless you cleric under your coats With the tools of your trade Poison bottle that you hold The keys of time you spend in a trance They know their lives in your hand And you create all your disabilities You feel good about your wasting away And all the circles that you dance around Your swirling, whirling, dizzy sick And you don't care who's around Their reality doesn't enter your thoughts You're walking stupid and stumbling about I've got to tell you that I really think You're on some kind of canyon bluff brink Why don't you jump and forget about it But you don't have to be around The way the day just flutters by You're in a coma and the earth is the sky Your left is right, and it's all mixed up And you keep playing that game all the time I've come around and I see you this way I'll go away, I've just got to say I've got my own tornado And my own mountain And I'll swirl in a whirl and stare from the top The world is big and the people so small I can't possibly care about it all