You have no potential as a human being



Intellectually you are green



There's a black beetle crawling in your brain



Spirituallity, you have none







Breathing out slowly



Breathing out baby



Breathing out slowly



Breathing out baby, baby, yea







There's no potential



Intellectually, you're not god, no



There's broken glass running around in your skull



Spirituality, you have none







Breathing out slowly



Breathing out baby



Breathing out slowly



Breathing out baby, baby, yea







Heaven up high, to loosen your minds



They had their fun, it's their turn to run



You know how they lie, it's their turn to cry



They had it good, don't you think we should







Breathing out slowly



Breathing out baby



Breathing out slowly



Breathing out baby, baby, yea