Premadonna,
Coked out in the fauna,
Thinkin' about where she gon' go.

Psychic rocker,
Tripped out at the doctor,
Wonderin' where he might be.

And we're all fallen, fallen, fallen,
Angels.

And we're all callin', callin', callin',
For retribution.

But there ain't no sun beneath the soil,
And that's where our flowers grow,
Can't see no light, be it day or night,
Who knows, who knows, who knows?

Where we go, if it's up or down,
We never quite figure out,
Livin' in the night, be it dark or light,
Who knows, you know, we know.

Little catepillar,
Feasting 'pon the tea pillars,
Waitin' for his life to change.

And them doves,
Know where their peace lies, love,
But don't understand how to go.

But we're still crawlin', crawlin', crawlin', 'pon the
Soil.

Still bawlin', bawlin', bawlin', and the grand worms
Coil.

And there ain't no way in hell,
No way in hell we're gonna get out,
No way we're gonna get outta this hole,
Not this way, not that way, who knows?

And I'm just the ant eater sitting 'pon the hill,
Waiting for them ants, for them guts to spill,
Never quite figurin' out where I be.