Familiar Presides Songtext

yes, you have me now, man, with your beautiful machine
with your pretty packaged food
and your pesticid'd vegetables
and your self-destructing automobiles
and your numb-to-nature peoples
programmed to construct your double-arched steeples
yes, your televised peoples
and your hypnotized leaders

yes you have me now, man,
with your stereophonic speakers,
with your stereophonic speakers,
and your technological ideas,
and your enlightened spiritual teachers,
and your stereotypical features

auburn eyes
erratic and sharp-seeing
know my soul up on high fly away with me