sitting on the red bricks in the heat of Fredericksburg/ a guru rounded the corner, started to talk absurd/ he pointed out the warm breeze/ told us to thank the sun in the sky/ and that's when we realized it was one more wingnut lie
three wisemen on their smoke break brought us marlboros newports and camels/ they told us that the path was straight but they hadn't read god's manual/they offered us a light/ but they only knew one way/ so they all went back to work/ cause they all had to get paid
We just met an angel/ he came down from out of nowhere/ said that up in heaven/ they all get central air/ as he floated away/ we put our hands together and praid/ but instead of salvation/ we got 100 degrees of shade