One Kind Of Solomon

Solomon had his following, he heard his calling
In a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Nothing he thought would enter him into the canon
But he had to take the work the world would hand him, in this gig economy

Solomon built his temple, as an example
But his people trashed the place like it was a rental
Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
But the song won't play if you don't let the band in

Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes

Solomon had his following
They had been calling him by so many names that he lost track of all of them
Famous for nearly killing the kid and expecting
That his blind faith was as honorable as the next thing
He prayed for happy landing

Solomon knew astronomy
Didn't take Ptolemy to say "The Pharisees got nothing on me"
Sooner or later you see that side of the cannon
As you look up from the jar you had your hand in

Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes

These are bad signs, while rivers of bad wine are poured down our culture
Blood's what we draw here, as we skip to the best bits
Trying to mess with the names on the guest list
Waiting for screen time, waiting for starlight
Waiting to skip line, waiting for starlight
Waiting for checkmate, wanting to get straight

Solomon has his following
He had his calling in a fever dream at 4 or 5 in the morning
Sooner or later you see this side of the cannon
But the song won't play if you don't let the band in

Solomon had his following
Solomon had his following

Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes
Stranger every time I open up my eyes