It's bedtime for Bonzo and Hector Alonzo, Ronald Reagan didn't make it out of bed
So we stayed there all day watching pretty women with that rug on top of Hector Alonzo's head
Dancing in circles listening to the Go-Go's, waiting for that moment we'ed all be dead
Raging and screaming while we did nothing, raging and screaming until the end
Dismayed by this ending and there is always an ending
Step to the side their story is about to begin
So get over the ashes that cleave to the wind
It's suppertime for Gumby a little hay for Pokey
Their master Art Clockey said Buffalo Bob was his friend
Davey and Goliath took a big sigh and tried it, that smoke in their lungs made them feel real sick
That kind of illness won't keep you alive so give me a rib and some clay
This kind of stop motion will take you away
It's the end times for you and the apocalypse for me
God could come by but may not be free
Had a date with themselves and the leaves in the trees
I know this may sound so very hard to believe
Love is for us all, you, them and me
Hope our children can pick better Gods and Kings