(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
So you say you want to go to Heaven,
Well I got the plans
It walks like the Sasquatch
And it breeds like Kubla Khan
In original dialect,
It's really quite cryptical
There are many copies around,
But this my man is the original
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,
And you want to know Hell,
Want to drink that cool clear liquor,
Better dig a little deeper in the well
If you want to know Paradise,
And you want to know Hell,
Want to drink that cool clear liquor,
Better dig a little deeper in the well
You want a mantra?
You want to know?
You want that mantra?
Well here you go
One for the money,
Two for the show,
And a knickknackpaddywack
Give the Lord a handclap
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Still want that mantra?
Still want to know?
Still want that mantra?
Well here you go
It is written
I have spoken
So put this in your pipe
And smoke it
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Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O,
Ooeeooahah, E-I-E-I-0