Haeckel and Clyde

Haeckel and Clyde were twins, you see Not one much like the other Doreeane gave birth to both But each was his own brother One lives in a mansion Overlooking grassy hills The other in a bottle With his doctors and his pills In the bottle is a fortress No one drives a car Just a fortitude of solitude And centuries of demar In the grassy knolls, the lilies grow The lilacs always bloom Lyla walks on baby’s breath A waking sweet perfume In the bottle, war is raging With the Hatfields and McMars Clyde is courting Bonnie Parker They’re out there stealing cars In Haeckel’s halls, life is grand The Dark Years will pass Lyla did her nails and hair Now she’s on her rass Finesse and grace ain’t got no shoes How do they keep from spilling the booze McHaeli got his banjo back How do you know when you got the blues Clyde still haunts the back streets Collecting vacant souls He fills their minds with obfuscation Stories full of holes Please gather where they frolic If you think you know Which is Heackel and Jekyll Which can Hyde from Clyde by Joe Louis McMar