The other night I dreamt I was back in college
There were hordes in robes and sandals
They were singing songs to Krishna
And burning candles they'd trade for money
And you agreed to buy one 'cause you felt guilty
I said you change your shape that easily
Could you take the form of my dead father
'Cause I think he would've liked to meet my wife
I know for a fact he would've liked my wife
And last night I was somewhere near Virginia
Rebuking Satan with ironic faithfulness
Then Satan turned to me
Have you thought much about that cry
Eloi, eloi
Have you thought much about that cry
Have you thought much about that cry
Have you thought much about that cry
Eloi, eloi
Eloi, eloi
Eloi, eloi