Texan Book Of The Dead

Clutch

So, you say you want to go to heaven?

Well, I got the plans

Kinda walks like sasquatch

But it breeds like kubla khan

In original dialect, it's really quite cryptical

There are may 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

Do you want to know hell?

Wanna drink that cool clear liquor?

Better dig a little deeper in the well my man



Do you want a mantra?

Do you want to know?

Do you want that mantra?

Well, here you go

One for the money, two for the show

And a knick knack paddy whack

Give the lord a handicap

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

Twing twang walla walla bing bang

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

Twing twang walla walla bing bang, oh yeah

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

B-I-N-G-O

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

E-I-E-I-O



It is written, I have spoken

So put this in your pipe and smoke it