I Am Damo Suzuki
Generous, valeric, Jehovah’s WitnessStands in Cologne Marktplatz
Drums come in When the drums come in fast
Drums to shock, into brass evil
What have you got in that paper bag?
Is it a dose of Vitamin C?
Ain’t got no time for Western medicine
I am Damo Suzuki
The fuck-up like red acid rain
Give it to me Daki every day
Who is Mr. Karlheinz Stockhausen?
Introduce me
I’m Damo Suzuki
Soundtracks, Soundtracks
Melched together, the lights
The lights above you
Listener was in cahoots with Fritz Lieber
And read him every day
Recipe for fear gas, amount of salt ash
I put by meine fire, okay
I have no time for Western medicine
I am Damo Suzuki
May we go back to days pre-Virgin
Cannot get on clear vinyl
The handle that was brass, is now brass evil
The rock that was an egg, is in wrong cradle
The hand that cradles the rock, makes egg gooey
I am Damo Suzuki
Is this west latent pattern?
Run it, says Damo’s spirit
Is this lesser European?
Speak it, says Damo’s spirit
I am Damo Suzuki