So you say you want to go to heaven Well, I got the plans 'Cause it walks like the Sasquatch And it breeds like Kubla Khan In original dialect It's really quite cryptical There are many copies around But this, my man is the original, yeah It's given me powers But kept me low Many have scorned this Modern day Pharisees fat with espressos Be leary of Timothy Clear light and all that If you want light, go stare at the sun Hell, that boy don't know crap If you want to know paradise You want to know hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my man If you want to know paradise You want to know hell Want to drink that cool clear liquor Better dig a little deeper in the well, my man You want a mantra? You want to know? You want that mantra? Well, here you go One for the money Two for the show And a knick knack paddy wack Give the Lord a hand clap Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang, oh yeah Ooee ooahah, B I N G O Ooee ooahah, E I E I O Still want that mantra? Still want to know? Still want that mantra? Well, here you go It is written I have spoken So put this in your pipe And smoke it Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang Ooee ooahah twingtwang wallawalla bingbang, oh yeah Ooee ooahah, B I N G O Ooee ooahah, E I E I O [Incomprehensible] © FREON JUSTICE MUSIC; SONY/ATV TUNES LLC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com