The Mad Conductor – Mr. Cacciatore lyrics

All his life was channel 13
Loaded guns in his face
Couldn't handle the scene
Of a one horse town
In southeast South Dakota
The pressure of putting cracks in his powell-peralta
A Communist block had imprisoned his youth
He grew out up of touch with the rhythm and blues
I guess his restlessness was handed down
A stranger in a strange land
Head in the clouds

When you're rockin' in the day time soakin' up the sunshine
Till the moon light defines the horizon in the west
Luminous and dainty, the stars are just so crazy
It's a sad story about Mr. Cacciatore

(Yeah)
(Uh huh)
(Uh huh)
(Uh huh)

Well they said that every child had a pretty good shot
And in Guatemala drunken men are closer to God
Perhaps it's true
The former spared him the flu
But the latter sent him spinnin'
With his monkey tone grinnin'
Rung out in a lot
Rockin' funky old Lennon

Summoned like a fool
Till they found him in the pool
When he was drunk at home swimming
Pumping John Lennon on the stereo
Sinking in the bathtub with him

And Mr. Cacciatore saw the whole thing happen
In an immigrant neighborhood in middle Manhattan

When you're rockin' in the day time soakin' up the sunshine
Till the moon light defines the horizon in the west
Luminous and dainty, the stars are just so crazy
It's a sad story about Mr. Cacciatore

I hope I find you
I hope I find you someday
Cause ever since you went away
Things just haven't been the same

You said they'd find you
You said they'd come and take you away
They call you crazy but no one can explain
Why you are not here with us today