"Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions." —Joel 2:28
He drank with the Queen of Pentangles / Dissolving her pearls in tequila
She kissed his eyes with platinum tears / And threw away the keys
She said, "There's no drug stronger than Reality / Reality can't be jived"
And she took his hand and felt the lines / And let him leave alive
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He was drinking with the Queen of Swords / She sliced him thru the appendix
And whittled away his extra organs / Like a cigarette habit; She said,
"How can Reality be complete without Mystery Trains rolling thru our dreams?"
And she took his hand and felt the lines / And chopped away his head