You In the corner of the mining in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last Oh, the roads were straight and narrow And the roads were small and yellow And the rumours spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and the monster was me Well, I said hello and I said hello And I asked why not and I replied I don't know So he asked a simple black man who was happy as can be Well, he laughed insane and quit to call him Gibran And I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realised that God's a young man too Foxy! ... Oh, I said so long and I waved bye-bye And I smashed my soul and traded my mind Got laid by a young bordello who was vaguely half-asleep For which my reputation swept back home in drag And the morals of this magic spell negotiate my hide When God did take my logic for a ride ... ... ... ... He swallowed his pride and poked at his lips And showed me the leather bound round his hips My knees were shaking, my cheeks aflame He said, you'll never go down to the gods again Turn around, go away! And struck the ground, a cavern appeared And I smelled the burning pit of fear It clashed a thousand yards below I said, do it again, do it again Turn around, go away! His nebulous body swayed above His tongue swollen with devil's love The snake and I are venom high I said, do it again, do it again Turn around, go away! Breathe, breathe, breathe deeply And I was seething, breathing deeply Spitting scent from on the tail Waiting for you ... ... ... ...