One Kind Of Solomon

Solomon had his following, he heard his calling
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
But his people trashed the place like it was a rental
Sooner or later you see this side of the canon
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
His blind faith was honorable as the next thing
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 canon
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
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 canon
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