There’s a rushing river all in my brain.

Oh no artificial rain.

On a merry-go-round I think next time maybe.

You know I’m in my labor without a baby.

And the guiding light don’t seem so bright.

Our menu is cooked by the Ku Klux Klan.

And I’m a blind man without any hands.

The world’s going to rip from seam to seam.

And I cannot see what I’m supposed to be.

And the guiding light don’t seem so bright.

Triphammer "Early September 1970" Cassette/CD (Unreleased)