Ronny there sucks the sun up Fires the sugar-gun Yeah, his random needs are something Understand: He is not as we are Made of salt, in the shape of birds, how he shimmers There he sits by the waterline Cement and jewels and his crimson robes of splendor Days have passed without incident Down the pyramids there is nothing else to see And you know what they say: Nothing real's ever lost Throw thing away every night hereafter... Coiling up in his dressing gown With his broken teeth and the dirty water in the kitchen What it is: He is paralyzed He is sanctified by the god of nails and splinters, Certainly knows his way around at this murder scene (Hid the bloody shovels in the outhouse) Chastity and insomnia are a lousy mix His nights are long And you know what they say: Nothing real's ever lost Throw the thing away every night hereafter And so we say farewell He's doing fine now He's a piece of work What else can you say now? The water's deep The water's blue and his young wife is smiling The sun is warm His crimes are paid for (Or you would think so) Ronny Ronny