Nessie in the sadnessea
And you can breathe but it's thick

Standing on the sandandsea
Walking from the sand out on the ocean
Jesus is getting a tan
He's walking the water in sandals and speedo
He's got the beach bum look
The mien of an aging nudist
The slow laugh of an old surfer
Like some skinny Tommy Chong

You were supposed to die young, said the blowzy old blond at the bar.
Jesus sneered. Sposta, he echoed. He threw some peanuts in his mouth. He
eyed her. Guess I took care uh that, hanh? Smiling at his cleverness, he
held his beer by the neck in three fingers and tipped it up for a drink.

Sad Vanessa
Striking out for Sandandsea
The sadness boat is capsizing
She'll reach it, okay
She'll wash up on it in three days time

Sad Vanessa on a foghorse
On a horse near the fogfoam
Horny by the hornfog
These nouns just don't stay still no more
She was in a boat, now she's on a horse of fog
And the lighthouse keeps on blinding her
Flashing in her eyes and dazzling her
She can only struggle away weakly
The horse just doesn't obey
He's like a swell in the sea

Tears for an aging jesus
No tears for an aging jesus
Jesus ages, he ages alone