The Host, the Ghost, the Most Holy-O Songtext
von Captain Beefheart

Why not even a rustler to have anything to do
With this branded bum steer world
This pirate flag head-long disaster course vessel
Misguided charted this nautical numbskull hold
Sink in silent smoke, blow your chest out and hope
Sit spread eagle on poor men
Piled high on truth mountain
Last peak in clarity′s chain
You'll not be thrown but dive and sink
Your pockets filled with earthly burdens
When they could be filled with light and backed with wings
The sky is dark in daytime
In still the black bird′s beaded lyrics clean
Sing ye brothers and end this miserable thing
In brush the dark sky in light


And let the moon-bell crack and ring
Upon the mast of mercy
For she is a beautiful thing
I watched her cut with clarity
The sea of Satan's red rolling hatred waters
That stung my eyes with vile vile brine
And clung the vine that choked Mary's only son
God in vain to slaughter
I can′t darken your dark crossed door no more
The light lovely one with the nothing door
In old and porous life water
This is a toast to the ghost, the host
This is a toast to the most holiest ghost
This is a toast to the ghost, the most holy host
This is a toast to the ghost, the host