Robert Onion - Frank Black and the Catholics

Robert, lead me into thought

Onion layers wait for you

Bounty of eternal fields

Every muscle knot I feel

Robert, tell me what to do

Tell exactly what you’re not, yeah

Tails pushing grand whales

Heads hope to have the stuff

Each flag had no sail

Can you believe enough?

And though Diana calls to you

She will never, never yield

Every siren has her spot, yeah

Four hundred million

Oh, that is very far

Robert, sweet onion

Makes me feel so tired

Another layer and layers and layers, oh no

Robert, can you find your way?

Show me the way to come

Zugzwang got me in a way

Under my opposing thumb

Brandishing my shield

Robert leads me into thought

Into the dimming blue, blue

Nowhere in this world

For this old jack-tar

Three cheers for Robert

To the cinnabar

One ponders layers and layers and layers

And layers and layers and layers and layers

And layers and layers and layers and layers

And layers, Robert

Robert

Robert