The Lighthouse Resurrection

[Verse 1]

Steel-headed giants roam the land

In overcoats with binoculars

Gun-runners for the gods

On automatic-pilot

[Verse 2]

Jimmy was a fly

Was nothing if not an actor

Got wrapped in a cocoon

Of skin-tight buffoonery

Now here's the plan

Now here's the plan

[Verse 3]

An artificial body

Extension cords with hands up

A wire and two coffee cans

He was hoisted in that suit, full of fluid

After fifty-seven years of breathing bad oxygen

No stones in the hand, no birds in the bush

He ascended in the hour

Of his lighthouse resurrection