Из альбома: Hobo Rocket
Whatever happened when a million heads collide?
i can't say
i think and i feel so it must be real, the holiest of holies comes out so surreal
i don't care, let's do it together
smile on the face of the gods you made
i am, you are Buddha, Krishna, God
i'm gonna sleep for a week and not speak at all
cover myself in oil and tin foil,
hold my breath and i'll not speak at all for a while
i heard the word and arranged the fall
so i ran into my bed and covered my head with oil and tin foil,
you're a fuck and good luck and god bless you all
(Dank an Geher für den Text)