Из альбома: Happeners
You could worry for your whole life
Over shit you can't unwrite
You can collect a plastic pile
That is all you'll leave behind
We reflect
When we follow in the foot steps
Of Situationists gone
The culture, destitute as hell
In every desert hides a well
Oh, well.
We can only be ourselves
We are the Hungry Ghost
We reflect
In the oil in the nouveau
The soul in the soul song
We dissect
In the collage of the dadaist
The soul in the soul song
Oh, well.
We can only be ourselves
We are the hungry ghost
The dharma in Hanshan
The needle in the groove
The soul in the soul song
We carry on.
We heed their advice
When we listen to ourselves
We cut all our ties
When we listen to ourselves
We sing our own songs
We only listen to ourselves
We are the hungry ghost
The soul in the soul song
We carry on