After The Fall

Hey, remember all those psychedelic nights

When your head come loose and floated into the lights

And all them girls without any tops at all

Down in the dirt after the fall



And remember how all the fantasies worked

Little flags in front of the tract homes by the church

It's a wonder any thing's left to hurt at all

Down in the dirt after the fall



And remember the flower children and their shit-eating grins

Wearing buckskin building tepees trying to be Indians

An remember the reservation with the drunks against the wall

Peddling turquoise to the tourists

Down in the dirt, after the fall



Hey, remember the Holy Road running red

With blood from the mouths of mystics when they said

"Let's eat flesh from the knees of Jesus while He crawls"

Down in the dirt, after the fall



Yeah, remember the Christian soldiers armed to the teeth beneath the stars

Watching the jungle burn from beside their armored cars

We saw it all on TV while we ate just what we saw

So we two could partake in history without our names on the wall

Or down in the dirt, after the fall



Hey, remember all those psychedelic nights

When your head come loose and floated into the lights

And all them girls without any tops at all

Down in the dirt, after the fall, after the fall