Haeckel and Clyde - Mike Martin

Haeckel and Clyde were twins, you see

Not one much like the other

Doreeane gave birth to one

But he 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