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