They've clipped my wings again tore them apart and then left me no use to fly away to my yesterday of freedom my eyes died back that day seeing the hurt i may have done beat me instead of them

Outta bed at the crack of noon Blare the music and have a swoon I can't stop thinkin of your face La la lee la lee loo lace I'm six feet under the Bhodi Tree With my crap new-age philosophy D