Ride the cow,waste basket junkie
and fulfill the dreams you thought impossible
Answer the knocking at your door to find
a paper mache salesman programmed to smile
Read the books you don't understand
they are there to help
Preach the good word on your chrome plated horse
speak in tounges to the civilians
Worship the idols you placed on the pedestal
God knows their hearts are made of gold
Remember, when all else fails you still have your shoes
They'll get you through the mud