"I look into the Sky again. I see the god, my friend. Why not? He might as well be there, But I don't care anymore. Oh, well. (x2) I got my woman by my side, And my dog they're my companions. The rest seem so Lost, I'm in the Grand Canyon.
Woke up an hour late. Too bad, I can't make Bed today. Open my window, I see Police cruiser roll by, Oh my. Black tinted windows, no Eyes. I wonder what will happen, When the Pig dies. Honored for his heroic actions against the Youth. Meanwhile the Living Dead distract them from Living Proof. In the Flesh, the dead are the ones betrayed by the guns. And the badges. Attempting to reveal the third eye but, It's not Magic. Not magic. So tragic it seems, the world is splitting at the seams. At the pants. Somehow the realization is leaving me in a trance. Transcending, spending all of my time Locked away. Up in a tree, I realized I skinned my knee Coming up, I just looked back down. But I dare not frown.
Underground, under sound, underneath the Water. We stumbled across a Glass Pyramid, and the King And his daughter. He sent us on our way, me and Bobo, We had seen... Atlantis. We saw some bugs on the way, Some roaches, beetles, Praying Mantis. When we took the cup We lifted it up, To our lips. So crisp. The kool aid was refreshing. It was grape, actually."