Church of the Cosmic Skull - Science Fiction Lyrics

He said he'd opened the mind up of another one
Taken the prizes of a great many competitions
And all the people they stood on their chairs and they stared
At the man with the silver hair
Taken the findings of the science man
Raising his hands to the air

So he's making the minds up of the millions
And they'd never deny that he's right
'Cause he's taken a prize of many a size
If ever he dies he'll have a tombstone of a very high height

Yes he's making the minds up of the millions
And they'd never deny that he's right
Coz he's taken a prize of many a size
He wears his disguise all of the day and in the middle of the night