Silkworm The Ram
Slap that meat out of your mouth
The Ram wouldn't like it in his house
Object of worship, And of torture
He is the system and the winning mystic
The Gates of Wine
I'll meet you to pay the fine
Where in Heaven, the Ram takes his share
Keep on through the forest if you want to see the glory
Once as a lark
We picked up the Ram on radar
He was laughing, As he was crashing
Oh so festive, his attitude was impressive
We ran from him then
Hoping to get beyond his ken
From Israel on to Rome
The Ram is beamed into every home
If you're feeling faint
Take up the glass and drink
The mystery has been replaced
And when our time was up
We forgot how to stop
Even how to reject
Living it up on the Ram's time
