Foul Fowls
Every wise owl still a little fowl
Pedestal personalities only qualified as towels
The Hitch Hikers Guide to South Park
Read by Simon Cowel, with a foreword by Colin Powell
Make it make sense
Soon as we hit grade ten
That youthful smile turns to a scowl at the situation
Oh this buffoonery
Generational gluttony now gluten free
Just with extra radiation
Through this inheritance of general malaise and desolation
We chase resolution through medication
But we always miss the dosage
Here's a handful of the earth for you to choke down and grown with
Get it get it
But if you pick it don't dig it, dig it,
Leave a little for the next forager to find the spigot,
Tap in
The water is effervescent
Champagne in an amethyst basin, refreshing
Become bioluminescent
The air smells like pine resin
And frankincense coalescing
Like, what was here before the Big Bang?
Good question
Just ask it
All our eggs in a basket
Waiting for the casket to show us heaven
Don't blow a gasket when I tell you were already present
You came through the pearly gates or the C-section
But this is it my friends
Embrace the act of sight
And take a bite from the blessings
Pedestal personalities only qualified as towels
The Hitch Hikers Guide to South Park
Read by Simon Cowel, with a foreword by Colin Powell
Make it make sense
Soon as we hit grade ten
That youthful smile turns to a scowl at the situation
Oh this buffoonery
Generational gluttony now gluten free
Just with extra radiation
Through this inheritance of general malaise and desolation
We chase resolution through medication
But we always miss the dosage
Here's a handful of the earth for you to choke down and grown with
Get it get it
But if you pick it don't dig it, dig it,
Leave a little for the next forager to find the spigot,
Tap in
The water is effervescent
Champagne in an amethyst basin, refreshing
Become bioluminescent
The air smells like pine resin
And frankincense coalescing
Like, what was here before the Big Bang?
Good question
Just ask it
All our eggs in a basket
Waiting for the casket to show us heaven
Don't blow a gasket when I tell you were already present
You came through the pearly gates or the C-section
But this is it my friends
Embrace the act of sight
And take a bite from the blessings
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Writer(s): Bjorn Ruud
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