The instant they hear you say
That you’re gonna go that way
A throng of devotees, their eyes closed
Will follow
That thump of your feet
They like, they know, they thank the heat
You’ve got a way with words, rhythm too
A terror

Have your power, tranquil mind
You have trapped them in a bind
In your wake they will come undone

Who gets near to you?
Do they see your face?
If they met your eyes
Would they hold your place?

Lead them toward the hot thing, the sun, the point
So warm in the splendor they lose track of the month
If you find it in your gut to set them free, to cool them off
It might do them some good,
it might do them some harm
The people and the dogs

Do some good, do some harm, do some good, do some harm