Soul Factory

Well the water is warm tonight,
Not to mention incredibly high
With the spirits of the trees,
That effectively deem
Your company especially right

They nearly burned down whiskey row
On the fringe of the Ohio
But if your thirst needs a quenching and some good celcius
Baby, step into my bungalow

'Cause I'm a soul factory
Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me
I'm a dream weaving man
Don't you want to be my friend

The puppeteers got tangled up wires again,
On his humanoid marionette
He'll say you can't drink the honey, As he counts his money
And tells you how to live
He's got clouds of kerosene
That'll blow your mind to smithereens
But if you burn from the center and learn yourself better
Then, baby, what a wonderful thing

I'm a soul factory
Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me
I'm a dream weaving man
Don't you want to be my friend

Well if you try to avoid the rain,
You'll get wetter than you've ever been
So let's rely on the sky
To forever baptize the blood beneath our skin
And darling don't you fuss,
Something bigger than us is waiting just around the bend

Well, are you fresh out of cigarettes
Baby, take another drag of my limerick
I want to be a brand new addiction
To curb your affliction and temper that pounding head
Feel the moonlights silver crown,
Your naked frame like an evening gown
I want to settle your shivers on the banks of the river
Outside the federal bounds

I'm a soul factory
Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me
I'm a dream weaving man
Don't you want to be my friend
Yes, I'm a soul factory
Don't you want to make sweet and tender love to me
I'm a dream weaving man
Don't you want to be my friend