when good is evil and evil is good when up is down and down is up but do not believe what you see through the mirror of wickedness just because the devil is a liar you shall eat of the fruit from the tree of knowledge
bamboo butterflies drifting across the Sea of Cortez with windmill drifting through fresh eyes while chanting from the Book of Songs underneath the soprano blue sky
you kick up your heels then you flap your wings honk your horn and sing a giddy song lord i ain't gonna let nobody steal my joy when joy comes in the morning