First you twist the cherry   Then you taste the seed   You might be able to cover the spread   But you got to use some jam in between      Inside the world is a subtle disease   Passed around by the air we breathe   You could say it was written on the wind   But it's not whispering      Am I just shooting at mirrors?   Trying to teach the cat to kill the bird   But I think you'll take me back again   At least that's what I heard      Another opening day   And the chumps wear the crown   The closer came out and with just 3 pitches   The big man put him down      He was the sylph of filth   Caliph of the cataract eye   Putting the ball where you want it to go    Is like catching a beam of light