Brian 'Brain' Mantia

Slice me up a big slab of that sympathetic cheer.
If I'm zapped with radiation they say I'll last another year.

Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow.

My hands are full of protein, my arms are made of fire.
If you're calling me a diplomat, I'll be calling you a liar.

Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow.
Line 'em up now to greet the sacred cow

Bodacious am a whole lotta'
bull over nineteen hundred pounds.
He's born in Galry,
Oklahoma and he's the baddest
sonsabitch around if a Burma bull
ever were a super star then Bodacious
just might be. He's a cream colored,
beefy brawn, full-fledged,
four footed bovine celebrity.

Who's gonna ride Bodacious?
Who's gonna tame him down?
Look out for Bodacious, he's bound to
hold his ground. Here comes Bodacious,
ya'll just step aside. Big and bad Bodacious
takes a toll from those who ride.

Young Bo met a man named Tuff Hedeman
at the start of his buckin' spree and
Tuff became one of the few to make the
whistle bkac in Nineteen Ninety Three.

Tuff tried to ride Bo again at
the finals in Nineteen Ninety Five.
Bodacious had got a little older and wiser
Tuff barely came out alive.

I been fightin' gravity since I was two.

Questers of the prize blind men int he snow.
Some streak the skies I choose to go below.

Skin moves towards malignant worshipping the sun.
They clamber over corpses to be the chosen ones.

Drift along liquid sky.

Descending through the darkness to the vast terrain.
Down here on the bottom you rarely hear the rain.

Drift along liquid sky.

Part I - Blinded by the Sun

Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. Someone reel me in, I'm drifting ever farther from my home.

I remember when I was a baby gazing in amazement at the sky. Sing it twinkle twinkle little baby daddy's gonna learn you to fly...

high...

like a coment through the sky.

Bring me back again, I'd really rather not be out here on my own. I'm drifting with the wind, trying to hold the course that I've been shown.

I remember when I was a baby staring in amazement at the sun. Better shield your eyes now little baby no one ever said you were the one; no one ever said you were the one who can't be blinded by the sun. I think I'm blinded by the sun.

Part II - Sanity is Coming to Town

I like to taunt, I like to tease. I'll bring your psyche to its knees. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town.

Who gives a damn what you say, you're pissing all your dreams away. Juggling. Sanity is coming to your town.

Part III - Pressing Onward Towards the Light

Pressing onward through the night. Pressing onward towards the light.