I'm going to have to call you back Bob I'm having a very sacred out of body experience
Oh sure thing Jim you say hi to Hadit for me
I never f*cked up as bad as you did
That one early morning inside the Tipi
In a canopy of thick ceremony smoke
We chanted the Dhikr of hard liquor
One lonely bicycle day
Hovering above the vegetation
I called out to my master
It was lonelier than I thought
An ancient Mayan calendar
Was spinning chaotically on the ceiling
While the sand band jammed the bong song
My Sepherot were erased one by one
I never f*cked up as bad as you did