Harvester of Eyes - Live 1974

Harvester of eyes, that's me
 And I see all there is to see
 When I look inside your head
 Right up front to the back of your skull
 Well that's my sign that you are dead
 My list for you checks off as null
 I'm the harvester of eyes
 I'm the eyeman of TV
 With my ocular TB
 I need all the peepers I can find
 Inside the barn where you find the hay
 Just last week I took a ride
 So high on eyes I almost lost my way
 I'm the harvester of eyes
 Harvester of eyes, that's me harvester of eyes
 And I see all there is to see harvester of eyes
 When I look inside your head harvester of eyes
 Right up front to the back of your skull harvester of eyes
 Harvester of eyes
 My-my-my-my-my
 My-my-my-my-my
 My-my-my-my-my-my
 I'm the harvester of eyes
 I'm just walkin' down the street
 I see a garbage can, I pick it up
 I look through all the garbage
 To see if there are any eyes inside
 I'll put 'em in my pink leather bag
 And take all their eye balls
 And I bleed with 'em
 As I plead with their eyes all night
 So if you see me walkin' down the street
 You'd better get out of the way
 And put on your eye glasses
 'Cause I'm gonna take your eyes home with me