Lament.
Take me to the graveyard, freind.
because,
the only heroes left are dope slangers and guerillas
and even they got insurance policies now.

take me to the place where cowboys still battle Indians
where hobos hop trains when the weather fails
and pirates hid booty in secret island caves
back when the currency was blood.

take me to the viking ships and mongol hordes
where the winds were followed by smoke
bellowing from Hun-ravaged plains and
bediouns carving trade routes across the Levant.

Cure me with Voodoo, Witchdoctor
trace my soul with the stars
and lead me to the Old Land
where bhikkus meditate in the hillsides
and recite haikus for ricebowls. (O Zen lunacy!)

Sir, lets go dreamwalking in the bush
or hunt game in the scrub. No,
no, take where the dinosaurs went
and walk freely among the giants.

So i say again, kind sir,
take me to the graveyard
it might be the last place guys like us can call home.