Torpedo - Chris Garneau, Shannon Funchess

The lamp was hazel

You’re mighty, you’re able

To wrestle the fever

You don’t have to leave her

You wrestle the fever

You don’t have to leave her

Come home don’t go

The blue torpedo

A smoke halo

The dead will follow

She moves with her friends

They hurt her, she lets them

She doesn’t feel able

And she’s not very stable

She doesn’t feel able

And she’s not very stable

She doesn’t feel able

And she’s not very stable

Come home don’t go

The blue torpedo

A smoke halo

The dead will follow

Get out, swallow

Your glow, your ego

Your red shadow

Will lie in purple

Geryon has six hands and six feet and wings

He was red and his strange red cattle excited envy

Herakles came and killed him for his cattle, the dog too

The red world and corresponding red breezes went on

Geryon did not

Come on, don’t go

The blue torpedo

A smoke halo

The dead will follow

Get out, swallow

Your glow, your ego

Your red shadow

Will lie, in purple