GOLS OF LIFE

drop drop drop and dry;
up up up above the sky;
round round round and the 'high';
yes yes yes i am high;
going up up above the sky;
dropping dropping feeling dry!


bubbles bubbles bubbles of stone;
stones are everyhwere they all are stones;
some are sculptures,some are structures;
some are the moons,some are destructors;
pebbles are stones,bricks are stones,
you sir,are a stone.i sir am stoned!


in in in and out;
thats what nirvana is about;
shiva shiva shiva lord shiva;hey shiva,boom shiva;
inside i go,shiva awaits,
who is going out when heavens at the gates.


hey brother,i know you friends with max payne;
come roll a joint,i will make you meet Kurt Cobin;


rain rain pour the rain;
cut the crap,cut the greed;
if rain is blood let it bleed;
please stop things mooving round with speed;
give me some seed,you call it whatever,i call it weed.


trust me you innocent creature;
i borrowed this weed from the nature;
so please remove this frown;
trust me i am fine;
i might be falling;
but aint going down.!!