Well, the goldfish in the bowl lay upside down bloating Full in the sky and the plains were bleached white with skeletons Various species grouped together according To their past beliefs The only way they ever all got together was Not in love but shameful grief

— Don Van Vliet

Well, the way you'd been, old Lady could see the fear in your windows Under your furry crawling brown silver bow rings up in inches You were afraid you'd be the devil's red wife But it's alright, God dug your dance And would have you young and in his harm

— Don Van Vliet