I dreamt that I married a pink octopus

And that we shared a damp bed

In a soiled room that overlooked a church

The creature taught me all that I needed

To know about masturbation and pissing in pots

Which became useful in my role of a missionary

God was everything to me in those pale stale days

That was until I married Claude Charles Claude Church

Who encouraged me to explore different paths

Rabbits became very important to me

And I kept dozens often in squalid conditions

In your heart house heart house heart

Of Hell that was full of symphonic secrets

Concerts come concerts go passed me by

Oh sigh sigh eye fly sigh sigh ny fly

To the lands of music hand in hand

Sands in hand drifting through a clever clawed land

My death was reported in many dreams

But it has never been confirmed

Santa Cruz in the News is my new name

Everything else remains the same