I Was Down In The Sewer With

Your Mind Is A Your Temple, Keep It Beautiful And Free. Don't Let An Egg Get Laid In It By Something You Can't See.

So Happy Just To Be Alive, Underneath The Sky Of Blue, On This New Morning, New Morning, On This New Morning With You.

Every Step Of The Way We Walk The Line Your Days Are Numbered, So Are Mine Time Is Pilin' Up, We Struggle And We Scrape We're All Boxed In, Nowhere To Escape

It's East To See Without Lookin' Too Far That Not Much Is Really Sacred.

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.