Stan's been seeing phantoms and we're not sure what to do
  His screaming keeps the whole house up all night
  Though we've never touched his closet and his problems are few
  Something 'bout his disposition just isn't right
    The tender young boy with the life affirming needs
  Waits in the garden
  And everybody knows that he's praying for Stan
    All the total strangers on the mountain tops
  Quarrel, babble, sometimes they dance
  Clouds on the horizon tell of impending doom
  You know they seem to be saying that we don't stand a chance
    Large chunks of evidence were chucked into my shirt
  As the navy doctor fell asleep a tense fog? surrounded us
  Brilliant lights ignite in the sky
  Everyone is beautiful if not somewhat unrecognisable
    Sometimes it's as simple as the stakes on a wall
  Sometimes it's as hard as a renaissance lute
  Stuffed animals into baby ?
  You know they'll even laugh at the people we shoot
    The tender young boy with the life affirming needs
  Still waits in the garden
  And everybody's sure that he's praying for Stan
    Even long lost poets like to regenerate
  With new arms and legs they sort the mail
  Cast iron officers wander around
  The president hopes that he'll grow a tail
    Manifestations of ? ? and
  Float into the sky at night AIIIEEEE!
  Oh damn it configurations play against the gawky savage
  ? ? mayhem ? into the streets of ? ?