Galileo

Galileo in the desert in a '55 Ford
A prisoner in the outbacks of time
Shot Cesar in Salinas, put scissors to the cord
Destiny can turn on a dime 

Chorus:
Hear the cries of a spirit in torment
Take heed and hear the words that she prays
Put your hand in the hand of St. Francis
And let him light the rest of your days
Hidee, hidee, hidee, hi
Hidee, hidee, hidee, ho
Hidee, hidee, hidee, hi
Hidee, hidee, hidee, ho 

No messenger from Jupiter, no Olympian grace
The gods you used to worship are gone
You had a faithless woman but she left you in space
Even your mother and your father moved on

Chorus
You used to be a scientist, an explorer of the cave
You counted all the numbers as friends
Now you're excommunicate, a fugitive, a slave
To the moon and the dust in the winds 

Chorus

Galileo in Nigeria, junkies in the slums
Bandaging your heart with a rag
Sleeping in the kitchen on a bed of breadcrumbs
Your brainwaves in a brown paper bag

Chorus

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