Take me down to the ancient alley,
You know me you showed me before,
I was weighted down and hooked but now I'm running,
To your door.

What became for you to wade in honey?
You're woozy now on that touted shore,
With a frog on your oar, and a crow in tow,
On your Ford.

I'm old enough to notice what's above me,
And I see you dare to wear the robes you hoard,
But I'll leave you there and see you where you stumbling,
On your sword.

Glory be, glory be the heartache,
And glory be, glory be the Word,
In the hue of gray, in the stew and the malay,
And the horror.

Take me down to the anciet alley,
Where the strangers of the world get their applause,
And where odds and earthly charms are not becoming,
Their gods.