1969

In the year of the Lord

The word became flesh

But our bodies now

Will bleed as before

Nothing has changed

Since the late sixties

We all must carry

Rosemary's baby

Helter skelter

On the surface of the Moon

A heart of darkness

Let it bleed

Inside yourself

For your father

All the way alive

Inside Golden Gate

There used to be a house

At 6114 California St.

Helter skelter