The Garden Of Allah Lyrics

  It was a pretty big year for fashion,
 a lousy year for rock'n'roll.
 the people give their blessings to crimes of passion
it was a dark, dark night of the collective soul

  and I was somewhere out on Riverside 
  by the El Royale Hotel 
when a stranger appeared in a
 cloud of smoke , 
  thought I knew him all too well
  he said,"Now that I have your attention, 
  I've got something I wanna say. 
You may not wanna hear it, 
 but I'm gonna tell it to 'ya anyway.
You know I've always liked you boy, 
because you were not afraid of me, 
 things are gonna get mighty rough 
  here in Gomorah-by-the-sea."

He said,"It's just like home, 
  It's so damn hot I can't stand it. 
 My fine searsucker suit is 
  all soaking wet." 

 And the hills were burning 
  and the fire was raging, 
and the clock strikes midnight 
in the Garden of Allah
  (in the garden of allah....)

 (spoken-)
Nice car. Ahh, I love those Bavarians,
  so meticulous, 
 Y'know, I remember a time when things were a lot
  more fun around here, 
when good was good 
 and evil was evil, 
 before things got so "fuzzy"

  And I was once a golden boy like you, 
  and I was summoned to 
 the Halls of Power in the Heavenly Court, 
 and I dined with the deities 
  who looked apon me with favor 
for my talents , my creativity,
and we sat beneath the palms 
 in the warm afternoons and drank the wine
 with Fitzgerald and Huxley
 and they pawned the biting phrase 
  from the tongues hot with blood..........
 and drained their pens of bitter ink, 
vainly reaching for the bottle, 
 full of empty edens
  branded especially for the ones 
  who had come with great expectations
  to the perfumed Halls of 
Allah for their time in the sun..

  And we were stokin' the fires, 
and oiling up the machinery, 
  until the God found out 
 we had ideas of our own, 
 and the war was coming, 
 and the earth was shaking, 
and there was no more room
in the Garden of Allah

 (Spoken-)
 Today, I made an appearance downtown, 
I am an expert witness, because I say I am, 
and I said, "gentlemen", and I use that word loosely, 
  I will testify for you, I'm a gun for hire, 
I'm a saint, I'm a liar, 
 because there are no facts,
there is no truth, only data to be manipulated, 
  I can get you any result you like, 
  what's it worth to 'ya?, 
 because there is no wrong,
  there is no right, 
and I sleep very well at night, 
  no shame, no solution, 
 no remorse, no retrbution
 just people selling T-shrits, 
just opportunity to participate 
  in a pathetic little circus
and winning, winning, winning.

It was a pretty big year for predators, 
  the marketplace was on a roll, 
 and the land of opportunity,
spawned a whole new breed 
of men without souls, 
 this year notoriety 
 got all confused with fame
and the Devil is downhearted babe, 
 cause there's nothing left for him to claim,
he said,"It's just like
  home, 
 it's so low-down, 
  I can't stand it...
I guess my work 'round here 
 has all been done, 
  and the fruit was rotten, 
and the serpent's eyes shined, 
as he wraps around the vine, 
  in the Garden of Allah,
(in the garden of allah)