In the year of the lord
The word became flesh

But our bodies now
Will bleed as before

Nothing has changed
Since the late sixties

We all must carry
Rosemary's baby

Helter Skelter

On the surface of the moon
A heart of darkness

Let it bleed

Inside yourself
For your father

All the way alive
Inside golden gate

There used to be a house
At 6114 California St