A pasty faced man of the desert

Lived alone under the starry skies

Squeezed out the white drops of life by his own hand…

Grabbed the radio mic each night and screamed out the “Good News” to the empty, lonely, ether.

I Have so many books at home about religion. Got me all confused.
They are all right.
And I am all wrong.

...that when he took that peyote he saw things men don't normally see.

'My dreams were often true.' Said the chosen one Frank Blues. And he spread he hands out wide. Lifted a knee and settled back onto the dirt.
'It gave me an insight into the dream reality...a feeling of knowledge...I've lost the fear y'know.'

`Ever had the fear as your only companion?'
Theo awakes to see it all, so scared shitless he lies, frightened to move. Knows it's there awaiting him. Cast yourself into the void if you dare. Rectum splitting pain reassures him that he is still alive.

It's in 2 parts. First is the son Theo. Damned to a lonely life preaching his father's faith. And the second part, the crucifying of the father Frank.
Just a cowboy who found god and peyote....

The last of the Chicken Preachers. Toured the country with his tent and missus. Spreading the word of Frank Blues: "Peyote, whiskey, and chicken is ya only hope!"