One Kind Of Solomon

In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon
But he had to take the work the world would hand him
In this gig economy
Solomon built his temple, as an example
People trashed the place like it was a rental
Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
But the song won’t play if you don’t let the band in
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Solomon had his following, they had been calling him
By so many names that he lost track of all of them
Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting
That his blind faith was honorable as the next thing
He prayed for happy landing
Solomon knew astronomy
Didn’t take Ptolemy to say, «The Pharisees got nothing on me»
Sooner or later, you see that side of the cannon
As you look up from the jar you had your hand in
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture
Blood’s what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits
Trying to mess with the names on the guest list
Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight
Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight
Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight
Solomon had his following, he had his calling
In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Sooner or later, you see this side of the cannon
The song won’t play if you don’t let the band in
Solomon had his following
Solomon had his following
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes