today is a fine day
the full moon's in it's reign
and all's full of light
full of cocaine

I went down to the pantry
it's such a fabulous swing
to put a roap 'round your neck
and then die from the string

someone has filled up for me,
my dear old caring mother,
ten large cleared shelves
just with pickled peppers

the ten small ones over there
are all full of rind
you could eat them down to the bone
or at least you'd be inclined

as I hung upon there in the yarn
meditating at the World
I have felt an easy breeze
between my legs unfurl

but wait, I'm floating in the mist
the boat is full and leaving shore
I hear the bark of dogs resound
faces of old in the decor

I am long since past the Sun
the Great Bear constellation
I've past Heaven, the recumbent
hence, my final station:

Hell is the last place I see
they jump out of the boat after me
an old woman, an old man
holdin' hands, holdin' hands

he is glad that on the barge
he's got thousands of tomatoes, large
as his pride when he splits them apart
slice after slice, he shares them with heart

happy that the fire's burning
they fill hundreds of the boilers there
and they start chopping at the cargo
and all they've found in the devil's lair