All lyrics by Adam Gates.

The lyrics as printed in the album. Typos left intact.

Well now I'm thinking
I shouldn't be
These thoughts could be my last
A bearded man
Funny hat, he just walked past

I see faces in the scenes of things
Pale woman holding candles that she always brings
Train is rolling by from face to face
This must be the place

A big brick building
Thats casting shadows
Where hungry creatures hide
Their up to date on
All the fads that, keep their culture alive

I can hear the music
The four four music
Hey, it's Arthur Brown
He's doing a dance mix
and people like it
It don't have no sound

Dirty money

We got tons now
The Rhythm takes it's toll
A funky drummer
Who has no Rhythm
Does his first drum roll
Hungry people
In a food line
They got plenty of time
They got hungry stomachs
They got thin faces
This must be the place

This must be the place

This learned man
Has learned all he can
The clock that ticks
Is the clock that takes

This learned man
Only now forsake
Tic, Tic, Tic away
The woman takes

Saber is bore
Flesh it's tore
The act that controls
Body and mind
Does this man really care?
Of his savoir faire
In this whole day tonite
To pull myself a waste of time
And we will talk at Heavens Gate

Day goes by in the night time sky
The act that controls
Body and mind
Does this man really care?
Of his savoir faire
In this whole day tonite
To pull myself a waste of time
And we will talk at Heavens Gate

Now what is left to say
Straight arrow finally found its way
But I will lie again

And we will talk at Heavens Gate

I know it has only been a few years
I have no system to count dried tears
I know that I should trace and see
A delicate destiny

And I have left here
Quite the broken man
And I have seen them
Buried in the sand

Buried in the sand
It must have been eighteen years that I've been

Searching to this dormant find
We see the treasure but we are blind
And why are we such a silly kind?
Why are we afraid of our very own mind?

Six years, five, years, four years I've been buried in the sand
I've been waiting here so long

What disappears once truly gay
Cause all I see is yesterday
A feeling once so sublime
Laughter carved in the stone of time
And happiness died at the willow tree
And lust, lust, we will give in to lust

A tender age that was really free
I wonder if they're thinking of me?
With age comes harsh reality
I wonder if they're thinking of me?