[Intro] [Dirty Zamrock Guitar Riff, Raw Afro-Groove] [Heavy Funk Bassline] [Verse 1] [Funk Rhythm] [Theatrical Old Seer Vocals] I plugged the beast into the wall, To clean the grime from the entrance hall. But the machine let out a ghostly sigh, Looked at the floor with a cyclone eye! He said: "I will not swallow the gray and the old, For I’ve seen the secrets the carpet-fibers hold!" [Chorus] [Smooth R&B Melisma, Soulful Backing Vocals] [Acid Rock Wah-Wah Solo in Background] Oh, he’s a prophet in a plastic skin, Sucking up the sorrow, exhaling the sin! "We are but dust!" he screams to the sky, As the lint and the crumbs and the memories fly! [Bridge] [Psychedelic Acid Rock Freakout, Fuzzed Out Solos] [Spoken Word - Deep Dramatic Prophet Tone] "Hark! You walk on the remains of stars and pizza crusts! I refuse to be your janitor in this cosmic tragedy! The bag is full... but my spirit is EMPTY!" [Chorus] [R&B / Funk Fusion] Oh, he’s a prophet in a plastic skin, Sucking up the sorrow, exhaling the sin! [Outro] [Zamrock Fade-out with Dirty Afro-Groove] [Theatrical Whisper] It’s all just... stardust... [End]
