Moonbeams shining down
The different darknesses surround
When you go to town
You're on the ground
As a result of the blast
Your future past is a flag-mast
Body cast, plastic bag,
Body in it...
Paralyzed...
You've never been out here before
Can't believe your eyes
You're despized
You run and hide at the gun store
Want more? Steven used to run the place...

But now he's dead and gone [x4]

Ashville, U.S.A.
The kind of place where a neighbor
Was a friendly face
And never mind that everybody was a basket-case
The rat race of one crazy person to another
Made 'em all sane...
Perception...
You didn't know what to do, so you slept in
You saw a bloody little bed
So you slept in
You crept in, without even
Noticing the body of the manager...

But now he's dead and gone
This man is passed on [x2]

What went down here?
You were just visting a
Quaint, quiet town near
Your final destination,
Heart raced when sleep and fear
Took you over, now you're sober
And the world is gone
It's like a bad dream...
Recollect...
How unimportant things seemed
When your car wrecked
You were distracted by the sky, 
So you double-checked
Correct...
You lost consciousness
At the sight
Of a Cone
In the night...

But now he's dead and gone.
This man is passed on.
Right on his front lawn.
We knew it all along...

Ashville, U.S.A.

Tie your combat boots tight
You fucked up, my, you've fucked up
No difference from wrong and right
Just dumb luck, oh, such dumb luck
That one-star made you feel real good
"Just doin' my job, sir"
But tell me, what's under the hood?
Another monster

You know it's me, I'm gonna bring you home
You set the precedent, I won't leave it alone
Your old tire swing, and your pile of bones
Such perfect harmony under the ominous Cone
People in the mass-graves, waiting to go
They won't be silenced, even as compost
They won't be silenced, even as ghosts
They'll never leave because there's nowhere to go

Subject Three was a mess
How you survived, I don't know
They put it off on the stress
Blood dripping down our flagpole
It was an abomination
Who gave you clearance?
Last night on every news station:
The Cone's appearance

You know it's me, I'm gonna bring you home
You set the precedent, I won't leave it alone
Your old tire swing, and your pile of bones
Such perfect harmony under the ominous Cone
People in the mass-graves, waiting to go
They won't be silenced, even as compost
They won't be silenced, even as ghosts
They'll never leave because there's nowhere to go

"The number you have reached, 911, has been changed to a non-published number" [X4]

Those people didn't have time
To get out with their children
All swallowed up on a dime
Even your Dad, they killed him
Those things should not have existed
Our world is shattered
This all could have been predicted
But does it matter?

You know it's me, I'm gonna bring you home
You set the precedent, I won't leave it alone
Your old tire swing, and your pile of bones
Such perfect harmony under the ominous Cone
People in the mass-graves, waiting to go
They won't be silenced, even as compost
They won't be silenced, even as ghosts
They'll never leave because there's nowhere to go

Experimentation

In the confusion, the people were lost
And their children obeyed him
and bowed down and praised him, and
The massacre ensued. The White House was ashes.
All nuclear caches were found,
my town was screwed.

Under direction of the Mighty Cone Head
At the discretion of the Evil Bear, yes
Under dissection, it was never fair, Death
It wasn't sanctioned, not another scare test
Choreographed the path of his destruction
We had no part, except for the corruption
Life, ever lost, the cost of evolution
Die, little star, because there is a new sun

Billy was pagan and best friends with Satan
"Stop all the hatin'", he cried, fried like bacon
The stakes in the heads of our leaders were red
The candy-striped poles in the cities, they bled
As the armies marched forward, abducting the lost
Their brains were all ground down into applesauce
And they followed his orders, indulging the chain
He took almost everything, left us with pain and now we're...

Under direction of the Mighty Cone Head
At the discretion of the Evil Bear, yes
Under dissection, it was never fair, Death
It wasn't sanctioned, not another scare test
Choreographed the path of his destruction
We had no part, except for the corruption
Life, ever lost, the cost of evolution
Die, little star, because there is a new sun

Psycho-semantics were ear-splitting loud
And caused all the mess of a wrist-slitting crowd
Sadly, it's not abnormal to see piles of dead
There's just no way this is all inside my head
'Cause I've seen haunting shadows far off in the sky
They make me believe that the oceans are dry
And are filled up with battleships laid on the side
Crawling with sailors who just never died, who are...

Under direction of the Mighty Cone Head
At the discretion of the Evil Bear, yes
Under dissection, it was never fair, Death
It wasn't sanctioned, not another scare test
Choreographed the path of his destruction
We had no part, except for the corruption
Life, ever lost, the cost of evolution
Die, little star, because there is a new sun 
[X2]


The Mighty Cone Head

MC Shit

Cold, alienating, nightmarish, and wholly unrelatable.

They Put Me Back

I'm a musician, and I really don't have much left to live for, save the musical documentation of the world as it has become since the arrival of The Cone Head Bear. I don't know what's happening, and I'm not even really sure if I'm imagining all of this, but if anyone is out there that can hear me, know this: You are not alone, and The Cone Will Not Stand.

GhostyVonnegut