Beloved ones follow me,
follow me
and hold a glass or-better-two
so we drink with the others too.
Follow me.
As leaves from the great of life tree
you'll better feel than free.
Let luck-that bitch-walking near
my curse is much to appear.
Come, be restless and forget
the raindrop fells in nowhere to get.
Follow me.
Follow and fiest along
the joy knows with whom belong.
Follow and drive away
-better-hold a glass or two
allong the way,
we drink with the others too.
After all,
we all birthed from clay.