The Captain Beefheart - Bat Chain Puller lyrics

Bat chain

Puller

Bat chain puller

Puller, puller

A chain with yellow lights

That glistens like oil beads

On its slick smooth trunk

That trails behind on tracks, and thumps

A wing hangs limp and retreats

Bat chain puller

Puller puller

Bulbs shoot from its snoot

And vanish into darkness

It whistles like a root snatched from dry earth

Sodbustin' rakes with grey dust claws

Announces its coming in the morning

This train with grey tubes

That houses people's very thoughts and belongings.

Bat chain puller

Puller puller

This train with grey tubes that houses people's thoughts,

Their very remains and belongings.

A grey cloth patch

Caught with four threads

In the hollow wind of its stacks

Ripples felt fades and grey sparks clacks,

Lunging the cushioned thickets.

Pumpkins span the hills

With orange crayola patches.

Green inflated trees

Balloon up into marshmallow soot

That walks away in forty circles,

Caught in grey blisters

With twinkling lights and green sashes

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Pulled by rubber dolphins with gold yawning mouths

That blister and break in agony

In souls of rust

They kill gold sawdust into dust.

Bat chain puller,

Puller puller.