To be spiritual
You either have to be
Crazy or high

And I have been each
In my life

And I have been both
At the same time

All omens aside
You chase your tail
To cleanse your soul

Bite to protect the locals
Haunt the chapel
Through howling vocals

God's temples
Are no different
Than a hound's bones

Both are sacred and prone
To be buried in earth
Lost, Forgotten and gone

Or you can be
Put out to pasture
In the dog houses of the holy

Watchdog in the cloak of dogma
Over a grove like Alcatraz
With Seran wraped, fire proof, LED walls

So bark at messiahs for instant miracles
But only if it's convenient for you who
Shepherd the herd to the stables

Lick your wounds when able
Because when you pick your scabs
Your chains and shackles
Are shock harnesses and carbonite cables

Space age shrines in heavenly skies
That's raining cats and dogs
And changes the animals underneath
On this third rock from the sun
With too many holy grails
And not enough good books or best friends

So now you see why
I am insane and blind
Stoned to the point of blown mind
To reconcile my difference of opinion with the cosmos
But the living tribunal won't blink an eye
He will be as oblivious to my words
As if it was the minute before I had spoke them
And I'll be helpless as a dog that's run away from home