Roll, River Jordan

Roll, River Jordan

Captain America sleeping on the luxury train
On his way to the marriage of the sacred and profain
With a hunger like Africa afire in his breast
Silver coins and green paper are hard to digest
In his dreams avarice means success.

//Roll, River Jordan
With your sense of destiny
Roll until the King of Salem
Brings everlasting peace.

The clone of Caligula complete with his militia arrives
A little tipsy from the wine of the bloodshed
on which he thrives
In the International Circus he's the tightrope-walking clown
Juggling warheads high above the ground
While the crowds pass their poisons around.

// Roll, River Jordan....

The space age devotee bows before his god-menagerie
In symbol and ritual he worships anything that he can see
The venom he imbibes is his elixir of life
On the altar of his ego he will sacrifice his wife
Rigor mortis sets in long before he dies.

//Roll, River Jordan....

The counterfeit messiah is up praying in his castle in the Alps
Filming videos for his followers in the trophy room
where he keeps their scalps
He used to write bad fiction but the pay was not so good
Now he drives a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud with a
gold-plated hood
Though he still writes fiction for his brotherhood.

// Roll, River Jordan....

The socerer's apprentice has a dealership in Florida snow
Using magic to turn powder into a mountainous cash flow
He has founded his own branch of the military
By pumping his product up the sinuses of the young urban elite
As they lay sacrifices at his feet.

//Roll, River Jordan...

Nimrod has plans to be the ultimate entrepreneur
With a scheme that is destined to bankrupt the universe
for sure
He wants to rebuild Sodom and Gomhorrah on Mars
With a plethora of casinos, brothels and bars
And palaces for the superstars.

//Roll, River Jordan
With your sense of destiny
Roll until the King of Salem brings
Everlasting peace.

~ lyrics, 1981, Alan Lunn