Om shanti tra-la-lace,
empty head fulla space.
Mismatched mouth and mind,
squawking every word ya find.
Buncha penny-sized pupils --
spun-out "gypsies" popping pills.
When ya finally say what ya mean,
I'll be where I was with no in between.
Om shanti tra-la-lo
pack yer patchouli and go.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Om shanti tra-la-lace,
empty head fulla space.
Mismatched mouth and mind,
squawking every word ya find.
Buncha penny-sized pupils --
spun-out "gypsies" popping pills.
When ya finally say what ya mean,
I'll be where I was with no in between.
Om shanti tra-la-lo
pack yer patchouli and go.