The amulet, the turquoise clip
The petrified and withered skulls that hang from it
The rose red ring, black raven eyes
that never blink beneath that hat with seven sides

It's his certain gift of dubious worth
in the country of the slave and the Christian birth
It's an errant way, to the left of God
It's the heresy of the crystal ball and the tarot card

The amulet, the turquoise clip...etc.

It's his lasting curse to be so unblessed
with a sensitivity that allows no rest
It's the deviance good men won't abide
It's the blasphemy of a passageway to the other side

It's his progeny who will open doors
on the planet in the plague of a third world war
Wisdom shakes the tail of a rattlesnake
And then turns away from the fools we are and the rules we make

The amulet, the turquoise clip
The petrified and withered skulls that hang from it
The rose red ring, black raven eyes
that never blink beneath that hat with seven sides
He never blinks beneath that hat with seven sides