a student of logic, prognostic geology
lived in Pompeii but I make no apology
ashes fell down, when my life seemed spectacular
covered my ass with artistic vernacular
.....posed as a poet and buried alone
it took a few years to turn...dust into stone

I hate that my life seems just like an analogy
ghost of the motion of some vague reality
'I had the balls I'd have crawled up on Malarie
told her, her smile should be hung in a gallery!
.....we would call Paris or New York our home
where we would turn all of our dust into stone

oh, oh, dust into stone
there where a fire storm
swallowed my bones
oh, oh, dust into stone
oh, oh, dust into stone

how I so wish I had pilfered the offering
cared for the widows and fed the poor suffering
stripped off my clothes and be flogged to confession
as much as I try it's obscure recollection
.....but if it were all some how forced to be known
just my remorse would turn the dust into stone

(long Instrumental prelude)

your crocodile suitcase just landed in Malibu
I'm just too busy to get dressed to follow you
I know you think that I'm just an embarrassment
I'm on the brink of one crucial experiment
... I'm so in need for the world to be shown
that someone like me can turn dust into stone.
(Chorus)

Now I'm in the corridor / dealing with an open sore
now that my liver's gone, kidneys are failing me too!
waiting for my heart to stop / other dirty foot to drop
waiting for the dust to fall...down on me, turn me to stone
wonder if the nursing staff / knows about the hour glass
truth about the matinee / where I went searching for love
found a malignant mass / deep in my sorry ass
if it's not much to ask.. buy me a new set of sheets
waiting on the next attack / Malarie to call me back
looking for a terrorist...she said she saw on my porch
got a Jacuzzi there / put it in the open air
never really used it much ... called all my friends for a swim
then we had a barbecue / the way that only Vegans do
hey, I'm maybe loosing you / let me get back to my point!
back into the corridor....