The first born son of 7 witches

The golden child to a former golden mistress

Ribbons of gold and crimson mark the place I was born

And violet skies lit up the dawn

And I smile

‘cause I know where I’m going

I smile

‘cause I know that I’m growing old

And I’ve found a path

To keep me from going crazy

I already told you baby

That I’ll follow my heart

I’ll follow the art

Of keeping up with my reflection

Take me back to my mother

My sisters and brothers

I smile

‘cause I know where I’m going

I smile

‘cause I know that I’m growing old

I smile

‘cause I know where there's gold and roses

All I need is a bit of company for a while

The concrete lanes were moving laterally across the landscape

As Catherine and I drove from the coroners inquest

Fly overs overlaid one another like copulating giants

With immense legs, straddling each others backs

And I prayed no accidental death would be returned

Without any show of interest or a second of any ceremony