Plantation Planet

PLANTATION PLANET
Beefbone Music  2007

Walking the rails of the Apocalypse Express
I wanna slow ‘er down but the churning wheel won’t rest.
Only I can satisfy Dick’s insatiable thirst,
and baby we might win the mug if I come in first.

On the Plantation Planet I’m growing so weary.
I wanna slow ‘er down and forego the enquiry.
My outstanding debt is my economic theory
from the shores of the Mojave to the dustbowl of Lake Erie.

Pimping the ride with fantasies of fame.
I have absolutely no shame.
Leadbelly is deader than the deadest dread could get.
Yes the forecast is for pain on the Apocalypse Express.

On the Plantation Planet the servants run the gamut.
Work is play, war is peace, and don’t forget goddamit.
There’s nothing more to argue just drink the light somatic.
Enjoy the sensation of the Plantation Planet.

On the Plantation Planet I’m growing so weary.
Work is play, war is peace, and don’t forget enquiry.
My outstanding debt is my economic theory
from the shores of the Mojave to the dustbowl of Lake Erie.