One hit, that's probably all you get
No way of knowin' what it was that
Made it that lit
Didn't see if it was growin fuzz
Or catch much of what the name was
Clueless as to the hubbubbing buzz
Subbing the moment for wisdom was what was up
The mood, a mere pup
Ain't no time-like today, take the hit
Drain the cup
The miasma, local black holes hidden from our senses
Gravity as self-defense against fences
Lightspeed, is only gettin' warmed up
Might be the actual consequences
Of all angles, not just angels
An event that in all ways, always was
Which, only happens to elicit
A bafflingly wide spectrum of duhs
As it does what we does
Skip a lot of stuff, voila
Humans out here with out idears living very rough
Ecocidal, Delighted, Acting Tough, the rich guys got us
Right? Cool, whatever they want
Use our finely tuned goodwill as they will
Have our exquisite sensors tuned into never enough
Inputs are fear and meekness, worked like
Frothing ridden beasts in the Preakness
We know pets that have it better than us
Guided by what, hearts breaking, believing
Fate's a place the gods make for us, stay creating
Hold your work up and see your face without breaking
You are the mirror, the seer, the hearer
The feeler, the truth, the liar
The healer, the warrior, the master, the slave
The maker, the breaker, unable to see your own grave
Local galactic waves carry us away