The 7-Headed Lion Words by Douglas Heyes Jr. THE 7-HEADED LION They say it couldn't happen here But it already has The Final Book makes very clear It is just as it was Fall of the Roman Empire And Jesus on the Cross Falling into the Darkest Fire That Anyone ever Saw They call this Time the End of Days For you and I, it's all the Same Tomorrow, same as Yesterday When Lucifer came up to Play Flute and Fiddle, Fife and Drum Stuck in the Middle with Everyone On the Run when the Night comes Twilight, Northern Lights, Beyond Heed the final Reckoning This is the Great Awakening If You do not Wake Up now if the Fates will still allow A Journey up to Heaven's Gate Now the Hour is getting Late Sure, by now You have to Wait Dinner Bell at half past 8 Maitre D', Sommelier Choir Boys and Apostles Lizard Men in Washington Up in their Ivory Castles And all around the Village Square The Children Sing and Dance A Violation Celebration Of the Peace Accord in France Like H.G. Wells, The Time Machine They're living Underground Late at night, they rise on up And gather in the Town The Minions and the Marionettes Are sure to get around And the President now wears the Face Of Pennywise the Clown The Morlocks and the Eloys A Symbiotic System They take the little Girls and Boys And take their Time to eat Them And all the while, they thought and prayed They could, perhaps, defeat them At the Ending of the Day As They sew, so shall they Reap Them And woe betide The Wanderer Who tarries on his way In the dark Empire of Lucifer There is always hell to pay Who's that trip- trapping on my Bridge Somewhere between here and there Across the River, beyond the Ridge A Rainbow arcs across the Sky We know it as The Bridge of Sighs A Soldier, Saint, a Paragon A minion from Babylon In the clear, Blue Morning Light We will have to say Goodnight And all night long, the Watchers see What's happening with You and Me They are in control down in your Soul Words unspoken, thoughts untold Another long Night in the Cold Fine White Powder, paper fold Nights in Clover, Days of Old And woe betide The Wanderer Who tarries on his way In the dark Empire of Lucifer There is always hell to pay Who's that trip- trapping on my Bridge Somewhere between here and there Across the River, beyond the Ridge A Rainbow arcs across the Sky We know it as The Bridge of Sighs A Soldier, Saint, a Paragon A minion from Babylon In the clear, Blue Morning Light We will have to say Goodnight And all night long, the Watchers see What's happening with You and Me They are in control down in your Soul Words unspoken, thoughts untold Another long Night in the Cold Fine White Powder, paper fold Nights in Clover, Days of Old And woe betide The Wanderer Who tarries on his way In the dark Empire of Lucifer There is always hell to pay Who's that trip- trapping on my Bridge Somewhere between here and there Across the River, beyond the Ridge A Rainbow arcs across the Sky We know it as The Bridge of Sighs A Soldier, Saint, a Paragon A minion from Babylon In the clear, Blue Morning Light We will have to say Goodnight And all night long, the Watchers see What's happening with You and Me They are in control down in your Soul Words unspoken, thoughts untold Another long Night in the Cold Fine White Powder, paper fold Nights in Clover, Days of Old Just in time to Fade Away Before we do, I promise you If it's the last thing we ever do At the next bend in the River We will swim into Forever It started down in Texas North of the Rio Grande The Good Lord would Protect Us In our Last and Final Stand Drilling in the Texas mud Killing Us, There Will Be Blood Lying down right where they stood Flying out to Hollywood Penthouse on the Sunset Strip Electric Kool-Aid Acid Trip Neon lights and cold fluorescents Satin Nights and Herbal Essence Synthesizing the quintessence Of all the Lies they told Analyzing Evanescence Zombies without Souls Proselytizing Divine Presence The long, Gray Winter Cold Will the Sun come out this Spring? No one will say anything They won't say, cuz no one knows Just which way this River flows If you're a betting man, I am About to make You Understand I can read what's in your hand By the reflection In Your Eyes By the retelling of your Lies Please, just don't act so surprised By the way You make your Moves I can see right into You And after all they did to You Things we're trying to undo I think the message should be clear Before the Sun rises again We will cast our Fortune to the Winds And punish them for all the Sins We don't really have much to do The Lord above will see Us through In the event that we are wrong We will sing another song Like Nero with his Violin As Rome was burning down Delighting in Destruction In his Monarch's Dressing Gown One Thumbs Up or one Thumbs Down To the Top or Underground The Carousel goes round and round Long after the Sun goes down We dig into the Prophecy We rig an Aristocracy We practice true Hypocrisy A Life in Mediocrity Ativan Anxiety Tenuous Sobriety Deciduous Society Curious Impropriety Anachronous Chronology Ignorant Psychology Incestuous Biology Cult of Scientology Elemental Wisdom Sacramental Schism Rampant Pantheism Simply every kind of Ism If you're an intellectual You might have time to think It is Bestially Sexual Laid out in Printer's Ink Psychedelic Chemicals Underneath the Kitchen Sink Manacles and Pedicles And lots of Time to Think Manifest Dictatorials Laid out in Printers Ink All Designed to Influence The very way You Think Try not to watch the Evening News Unless You want to Sing the Blues Like Elvis & His Blue Suede Shoes Or Huey Lewis & The News Page 7 Obituary Procession to the Cemetery A sad, grave Situation For the End of this Unholy Nation When the Rooster Crows at Dawn Tomorrow Comes the End of Pain and Sorrow And Southward as the Eagle Flies It will be Time to Dry your Eyes To give up all your Alibis See How She Runs, See How She Flies Like Sir Paul up on the Hill We would All be up there still If we thought we had a Choice Body Scanner, Hold your Voice You might drive a Gold Rolls Royce To Anoint You, you're On Point We are standing in Eternal Presence Taking in Shamanic Lessons Interstellar Geometry The Lines run between You and Me Around the World, across the Sea To every other Free Country Not so many left of those Who knows where our Freedom goes Men on Horseback came one day They took everything away Just another Workaday On the Shores of Mandalay Digging holes down in the Sand Searching for a Gold Wedding Band I plan to put, there on your Hand When We make it to the Promised Land If that Day should never come After 7 Lifetimes on the Run I'll show up with a clean 6-Gun For my last Duel in the Summer Sun I don't care if I die out there Some things are meant to be In a world of rapt confusion We've Surrendered to Illusion Bruises, Blood and Bone Contusions Paralysis and Destitution Committed to an Institution Work it from the inside out The American Constitution Should eliminate any Doubt Sweep the Halls of Washington And throw the Bastards out Shackle them in Boxcars And swiftly roll them out Fire them at the Moon & Stars Blow up all their fancy cars No matter Who or Where You are You might be a Superstar There's a Serpent in the Garden There's a War beyond the Wall And come tomorrow morning It won't be here at all Not like you and I remember Almost like nothing at all You'll find out in September When the Summer turns to Fall But, until the Change doth come We are still right here Once again, the Sun shall Rise In the Land of Everclear They marched across the Desert Sand To get from There to Here The Greeks and Romans, Able Hands Dogs of War in Everclear We'll never be going Home So Far Away From Here Dictates the Emperor of Rome Banished to the All Alone Gladiators, 3 abreast Forever, to the West To the Mall in Washington What they call Civilization Ordained before the Rest Imperial Domination Came 4 Riders approaching From the California Dust And All Things Will Come to Pass As they Forever must The Greeks and Romans, Able Hands Dogs of War in Everclear We'll never be going Home So Far Away From Here Dictates the Emperor of Rome Banished to the All Alone Gladiators, 3 abreast Forever, to the West To the Mall in Washington What they call Civilization Ordained before the Rest Imperial Domination Came 4 Riders approaching From the California Dust And All Things Will Come to Pass As they Forever must An asset now of Leningrad Sits upon the Royal Throne With all the drones and wireless phones Reporting back to Rome Deep inside the Vatican A Dark Chamber exists Where all the Pomp and Circumstance Vanishes in the Mist In the midst of all of this In Revolution Square We All raise an Iron Fist To remember Who was There They lost their Lives defending us They kept their Part of the Sacred Trust And so betwixt the 2 of us We got aboard the Magic Bus A gentle rain was in the air A bright rainbow from here to there You could hear the Angels cry They're familiar lullaby All the while, as time went by We'd Kiss the Girls and make them cry And now, our time has come at last As all things must come to pass God himself appointed you I myself anointed you With the blood of a spring lamb With the promise of I am A Vector to the Holy Land The Republic for which it stands One nation, still invisible Radiation, still divisible Now my brother is my phone Hiding, somewhere I don't know And if I carry on my way If my poor feet will delay I may just be some days away From finding out another way Silent now as a black cat Sacred cow is getting fat That is neither this nor that But, I can tell you where it's at It's just like in the nursery rhymes The epicene of modern times The Soylent Green behind the lines The reason to unfold the rhymes The best of times, the worst of times Or somewhere in between Native pride or genocide In panoramic widescreen On the Cover of a Magazine Maybe one like 17 Or Glamor, Mademoiselle One from Downtown In Between Photoplay, deep down in Hell Watch the Children as they Play Beside the Wishing Well Dancing round the Maypole To the Tolling of the Bell In these Times that shines so bright And dark as Night as well Empires and their Conquerors Are Buried where they Fell To a Sword out on the Battlefield Or to a Woman's charms Ask the great Ulysses As he is Dying in her Arms The Statue of La pieta Captures in its essence The Spirit of Devotion And the Light of Divine Presence Piazza Santo Pietro Inside the Vatican Displayed before the Multitudes Until the Lord comes back again The sound of footsteps echoing Mask what's Underground Preparing for the Reckoning 11 stories down Ever still Negotiating Brokering, Warmongering The King is in the Counting House The Princes are philandering Unbuttoning her Satin Blouse Beside the Palace Landing The Princess and The Boatman Have reached an Understanding Don't tell anyone of this She puts a finger to his Lips She gives his Mouth a little Kiss And Surrenders now to Carnal Bliss A kiss in the dark Is the single spark It takes to light a fire You won't be hurting anyone If you surrender to desire But you must not act falsely now The prophet said to me Because here within my father's house We are making history The princess buttons up her blouse And walks back down below Where all the people wait for her For anything they know To turn around and come back out Big wheel turning all about Down around the roundabout Without a sound, without a doubt Storm clouds gone, the Sun comes out Big guns rattle the Rauschpielhaus The little corporal pounds the glass Tells the West to kiss his ass Military war machine Divide and conquer in between So soft, so fragrant, yet so real A rose crushed under a boot heel History might well conceal The true facts of the case We stand before the lord, revealed At the end of the human race Somewhere on the milliothround In avalon, the battleground From Babylon to London Town Satan's minions hit the ground And in the final conflict So many left behind We're still running the ticker tape Inside the human mind From Antioch to Gettysburg Where they all lay down and died The one that no one's ever heard The end of our Long, Dark Ride A penny for your thoughts And a pocket full of rye 4 and 20 swastikas Are carved inside your eye We will stand in front of you Swear to God and hope to die Ours is but to do or die And never know the reason why We shore up the battlements And tightened up our flanks A message to the regimens From our Noble command ranks We will build no monuments To offer you our thanks Will issue our compliments With armored Sherman tanks Oh, the Beast is in the Gate The Hellions and Rapscallions wait Where Heaven meets uncertain Fate And Hell is just another state The Bell is Ringing, don't be late The Kids are Singing beside the Lake A rumbling from far away Smoke, Volcanoes and Earthquakes Natural disasters on the ride Chemtrails blaze across the Skies Reflections in a golden eye As it comes time to say goodbye I never could predict the past Reflections in the looking Glass The future lies in mystery The present is our history I'll give you everything you see If you will come and follow me The kingdom is your Colony Your Paradise across the Sea Raise the flag up on the hill So we can see it far away The High Line Of The Potter's Mill With nothing in the way Let the townspeople run free For the first time in a century When it comes down to you and me They'll hang us from the old oak tree It will be said we did our best Our final bed, out in the West Nature holds us to her breast Safe in virtue, truly blessed A simple marker on the way A little pile of stones The scavengers have had their way On our desiccating bones But we are not the criminals We did not deserve to die We rid the world of predators Before we said goodbye Like prehistoric raptors In flames across the sky And fire breathing dragons And their gentle lullaby When all is said and done And all has been and gone We will still be haunted By the Whore of Babylon A warning, blessed traveler As you go on your way Another storm is forming In Alaska's glacier Bay The oil men are here now And they're not going away And everything once dear to you Is about to blow away Racing down the back stretch We approach the final turn What we capture, what we catch Depends on what we learn Do we run off in retreat Or does our Fire still burn Over Golden Fields of Wheat Or forests full of ferns Do we lie down in defeat As the gilded pages turn With chains upon our feet And the sacrificial urn Like King Montezuma The great Azteca Warlord Your blood is on the water When you die by the sword Don't make a move, don't take a breath Don't make another sound Men In Black with rubber soles Are following you around Christmas time with Old King Cole And what ever else you found Disguise your Pagan Rituals And keep them Underground Your creeping paranoia Is all over this town And spreads through the economy Like the Royal British pound It rains down like fallout It is seeded in the clouds As solitary Warriors We walk on parallel lines And Greco Roman gladiators Still man their battle lines Our trip into the time machine To 1849 Is ending with a cataclysm Before the end of time What this means to all of us As everything must turn to dust Emblazoned on the dollar The words, In God We trust Currency is worthless Here on the SpaceTime curve Consciousness is limitless Every fiber, every nerve Reaching out for one another Mother, father, sister, brother Everyone loves one another Oh the water, oh the water Running down from Stony Peak Waterfalls at Cedar Creek California mother lode Living, Dying by the code Travelers on the Golden Road Sing our love song All Night Long Nothing can go wrong, go wrong, go wrong, go wrong And so my friends, I raised my glass The Lord is calling me to task Two account for what I've done On my Long Road Home into the One I am a father and a son I am in love with everyone What I've done can't be undone And you and I are surely one When the Whore comes round again We will be beyond the End Sweet forgiveness for our sins Medicine for our bloody skin Gratitude for the state were in New latitudes of experience With a smile at a wave when it's time to go Glory Hallelujah, In Excelsis Deo *********