We all have a place
Where secrets are made
The ones we would rather hide

More often than not
God takes what we've got
And brings it into the light

Beyond the shadow of doubt
Your sin finds you out
No matter how hard you try

It's best to make
The paths you lay straight
Keeping God right by our side

Marty the Mellow Mushroom
Far out in left field
Growing ever strong and tall
With cow manure his favorite meal

Everyday he contemplates
Life under the sun
That is until the fateful day
The hippies all showed up

They took Marty out to party
Now the only part of Marty left
Are the trippy little colors
Inside the happy hippies heads