bus stop prophet

crestfallen and can hardly stand it

molten man-child

toothpick man-child

stakes his claim and pulls

pulls and tears

topped with a loss

he told me so

he told all about the end

the end is coming,

so says the molten man-child

toothpick man-child

the end is coming rather quickly

if you have some friends or loved ones

some family or perhaps your agent and bookie

maybe your pusher or pimp

you should quickly say goodbye to them

for the end is coming quickly

it is picking up speed,

and the end is coming quickly

so says the molten man-child

toothpick man-child

all that we had built

all that we had achieved as a race

all the hatred, all the fear

it is coming to an end rather quickly

if you have some affairs to get in order

you should do that now

sell any chickens you may have acquired

sell your stocks

sell all the stocks

sell the stocks

in which you keep the village witch

bound in the stocks

slap the palms of her hands

and the soles of her feet

with ticker tape

(no one keeps ticker tape anymore)

but the witch deserves a good slapping

so says the molten man-child

toothpick man-child

crestfallen and can hardly stand it

as the loss is just too great

but the end of everything is coming quickly

did you see that witch drive away in the little car

the witch and the warlock too

put them both in the stocks

for they are responsible

so says the molten man-child

toothpick man-child

the end is coming quickly

and you must all be prepared to leave

so take a look around at this place

one last time

look at the things you love

look at the things you hate

look at that small piece of debris that was tossed from the moving car on 7^th avenue

it is all going away

until it is entirely forgotten

and in millions

and millions

and millions

and millions of years

no one will remember the stocks or the debris or the ticker tape

and the witch in her little car

so says the molten man-child

toothpick man-child

it is just a puff of wind

a cloud of dust

and a memory of things that maybe weren't there

wearing

and wary

a wishful loving warning

but tell your bookie, for he wants to know

so says the molten man-child

toothpick man-child