the mind is the life is the engine. the eyes are the windshield, the lights. the insides the belly, the skin is the steel. ignition's good mornin good night. What’s mine is the Lie is the engine. what’s not you can buy, even light. the sun is almost as good as my electrical bulbs but she don’t work @ night. last evenin my car kissed a carcass it was tender and gentle and light. her insides, her belly, her skin on my steel thanks for the evenin, good night.

in 1943, there was a forest around me. was a marajuana forest, an american marajuana forest – and the government paid me to put it in the ground – how’s that sound for ya? a check for gettin things done – y’know there aint no shortage of solutions. and there never has been, but there was some bad men, with nothin better to do than put up a few billboards, of naked chicks, to take your mind off the tasty tit of your sweet mother nature. in case you’re wonderin – she never stopped carin for ya – you just learned so well to ignore her. like a dog learns to forsake his bone – in favour of a flavoured plastic clone – PETROLEUM, for everyone – it’s just like hemp plus it kills your mom, but who needs a mom anyway? all we need is 10 billion barrels a day. it’s 1943, the war’s ragin, we got a fuel shortage see – please grow marajuana for a couple years. we need to harvest the fields for the turnin of gears. we know how to get it all from this most powerful crop, but the profits in plastic are such that we’ll stop – gotta take care of #1 first. apparently that aint the earth. I heard it was do da da do da da do da dupont – do da da do da da do da dupont – if they didn’t write the bible then they must’ve chose the font, cuz they’ve got the salvation that everyone wants – ok, maybe not wants, but at least what they need, even if only YES only cuz the powerful seeds of your sweet, mother, nature, have been outlawed – like robin hood – hanging with gangsters, deep in the woods. How could we forsake what our good planet gave? -and then stab her in the deep black dinosaur grave? you know everything we make out of crude oil, we can make just as well with a few seeds and some soil – yes plastic, yes fabric, yes fuel, and yes food, it’s time to TRADE IN ALL YOUR MARGARINE FOR HEMPSEED OIL DUDE! cuz this robin hood is tellin the truth – and her pardon is long overdue…..

the only thing science is moving that counts, is a picture of a ghost that don't stay around in any form for too long, its like a note from a song and we've just got a slice, so you'd better be nice to it class. Oh be nice to yourself, you little elf it's a magical, tragical, fucked up situation, trying to reach out to god, with in formation. I've got a better equation worth savin - it's you, times me, equals somethin I ain't ever seen on tv or in textbooks - the recipe don't know how to cook so hey do ya wanna taste of my two-dimentional visual sandwich? you can't. you've got your own mind movin - I release it - what's beneath it... when your tongue gets undone and the bread gets undead from the kitchen. hey - do ya wanna listen to my three-dimentional verbular glisten? It goes with the music, the one that you're spittin. If you listen I'm speaking a language, and it's yours of course. it's par for the course. I learned it in school from my friends and a horse... we were riding a two-dimentional visual magnet through high school, an equation for our parents frustrations my education came later, when I let go of vader, and I learned that the dark side was not the narrator. yeah yeah yeah. but the only thing music is moving that counts, is a picture of a gohst that don't stay around in any form for too long - yes it's only a song! and you're only a slice so you'd better be nice to your ass... we're all magical, tragical, fucked up little grasshoppers trying to make sense of rainbows and helicopters. Maple tree helicopter. the catastrophe is checkin to see if it`s workin jerkin neck of faith backwards. But i`ve got a better equation worth savin.