Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell - The Flaming Lips

It's New Year's Eve at the gates of hell Give the antichrist a cigarette and tell him The boy's here all the way from Oklahoma Oh Lord, what the hell is that aroma? It's Jimmy Perkins and all the sonsabitches Who ripped off musicians and stole their riches They're burning over yonder with the Fox News whores Oh, look is that the singer for The Doors Nope, my mistake 'cause no matter what they did Poets deserve to be in heaven and by the way, kid Why am I here when I wasn't that bad? I just didn't like churches but I never wore plaid Now I know I'm funky and strip bar dirty And I like a Les Paul through a Vox AC30 There's something about a lipstick pickup Plugged right into a Blond Tremolux But I guess I deserve to be burned alive Since I pawned by '59 ES 335 And sure I drank a lot of gin and tonic But I never threw away my Panasonic I kept that turntable through my divorce Playing Neil Young and Crazy Horse Drunk out of my mind singing "Tonight's The Night" It was as lethal on vinyl as China White Now maybe one time I used an Ouija board And I never learned to make a B flat chord So I got a double headed snake tattoo I love Tao Te Ching by Lao Tsu And the action and the motion of a roulette wheel And a woman walking away in a pair of high heels Now once I drew an inside straight flush And I wished I could sing like Otis Rush The truth of the matter is I really can't sing But I can quote Martin Luther King His words are stronger than angel dust is "The arc of the moral universe is long But it bends toward justice" Now back to New Year's Eve at the gates of hell It's kind of like the Beverly Hills Hotel Before you can get a table next to the fire A sign says jacket and tie required The devil is bad and God of course is good But there's one thing I never understood God throws us down in hell for all our sins Burning in a fire and it never ends The decision is made at the highest level Seems Got out sources his work to the devil Like he's an employee on the vice squad Appears like the devil is working for God I can't believe I said that I'm losing it It's New Year's Eve at the gates of hell Let's party, did I mention Jimmy Perkins Was a lying son of a bitch?

On either side of them As they glided onwards The rich meadow-grass Seemed that morning Of a freshness and a greenness Unsurpassable Never had they noticed The roses so vivid The willow-herb so riotous The meadow-sweet So odorous and pervading In midmost of the stream A small island lay Fringed close with willow And silver birch Reserved, shy, yet full of significance It hid whatever it might hold Behind a veil Keeping it till the hour should come And with the hour Those who were called and chosen Slowly but with no doubt or hesitation And in solemn expectancy The two animals passed Through the broken water And moored their boat At the margin of the island In silence they landed and pushed Through the blossom and undergrowth Till they stood on a little lawn of Marvelous green This is the place of my song-dream The place the music played to me Whispered the Rat Here in this holy place Here if anywhere Surely we shall find him Then suddenly the Mole felt A great awe fall upon him An awe that turned his muscles to water An awe that bowed his head And rooted his feet to the ground An awe that smote and held him And, without seeing He knew that some august Presence Was very, very near He turned to his friend And saw the Rat at his side Cowed, stricken and trembling Perhaps he would never have Dared to raise his eyes But the call and the summons Seemed dominant and imperious He could not refuse Trembling he obeyed And raised his humble head And then In that utter clearness of imminent dawn He looked in the very eyes Of the Friend and Helper Saw the backward sweep Of the curved horns Gleaming in the growing daylight Saw the stern, hooked nose Between kindly eyes Saw the bearded mouth Broken into a half-smile at the corners Saw the rippling muscles on the arm That lay across the broad chest The long supple hand Still holding the pipes Just fallen from the parted lips Saw the splendid curves Of the shaggy limbs Disposed in majestic ease on the sward Saw, last of all The magnificent hooves All this he saw For one moment breathless and intense Vivid on the morning sky And still, as he looked, he lived And still, as he lived, he wondered Rat! He found breath to whisper Are you afraid? Afraid? Murmured the Rat His eyes shining with unutterable love Afraid! Of Him o, never And yet, Mole, I am afraid Then the two animals Crouching to the earth Bowed their heads and did worship Sudden and magnificent The sun's broad golden disc Showed itself over the horizon And the first rays Took the animals full in the eyes And dazzled them When they were able to look once more The Vision had vanished And the air was full of the song of birds That hailed the dawn

Go! Never again On your forcefed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Feed off my life There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Reap as we have sown Do it! Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul apart Never again My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Reap as we have sown Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul apart

The coolness of the riverbank And the whispering of the reeds Daybreak is not Si very far away Enchanted and spellbound In the silence they lingered And rowed the boat As the light grew steadily strong And the birds were silent As they listened for the heavenly music And the river played the song The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The song dream happened and the cloven hoofed piper Played in that holy ground Where they felt the awe and wonder And they all were unafraid of the great God pan And the wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn When the vision vanished They heard a choir of birds singing In the heavenly silence, between the trance and the reeds And they stood upon the lawn and listened to the silence Of the wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn It's the wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn The wind in the willows And the piper at the gates of dawn

Her eyes were butterflies Her smile was a rainbow Her hair was sunbeam waves Shining around like a halo Her face was a fairy tale It has a poison apple Her skull was a mighty moat Her brain was the castle And the castle gets mistaken for a shape That's frozen in the clouds And the castle is brighter than a thousand Christmas trees And the castle can never be rebuilt again No way One day a strange storm rolled in While she was riding on her dragon The mushrooms and the bumblebees Told the flowers how it happened She was lost in the invisible war Fighting in the battle Her love is still buried there In the ruins of the castle And the castle oscillates to the beating heart of her mind And the castle is taller than the Northern Lights And the castle can never rebuilt again No way And the castle can never rebuilt again No way And the castle can never rebuilt again No way No way No way (No way) No way, no way No way

Brother, I don't want you to die Brother, can you live forever? Brother, I don't wanna cry, oh Can you live forever? Can you live forever? (Oh) You were born and the dark was changed Like the stars into the night Like the sun breaking through the sky Brother, I, I Brother, I can see into your eyes And the way you look for something better And you can try to act like it's forgotten Oh, I see it way too often I see it way too often, oh You were born and the dark was changed Like the stars into the night Like the sun breaking through the sky Brother, I Can you live forever? Can you live forever? Oh Can you live forever? Oh Can you live forever? Oh

It's summertime And I can understand if you still feel sad It's summertime Though it's hard to see its true possibilities When you look inside, all you'll see When you look inside, all you'll see Is a self-reflected inner sadness Look outside I know that you'll recognize it's summertime Look outside I know that you'll recognize, it's summertime