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Then we crush the heart
Then the meat we pound
Then we cruise to the sound
Of collecting the honey

Well, maybe I'm seeing
Well baby, that's art

Maybe you got faith
In where this is going
Maybe I'll pull up the stakes
And I'll be letting go

I could not believe
I could not believe
Can I get a witness, witness

Maybe I'll kick it
Though it's so sweet, honey
Been up on the mountain
With nothing to eat

Maybe I'll kick it
Then I will be free, darling
I got me a ticket

I'm not asking you to follow me
Just to understand a way
We may be stunted by the madness we see
Don't let it slip away

You may resist
I may not regret
We may be happy

My name is Chip
And I'm different
I don't conform
I wear a different uniform

I'm out of the blue
And so you are, too
Let me sing about one thing that's clear

This wrinkle in time, I cant give it no credit
I thought about my space and I really got me down (got me down)
Got me so down, I got me a headache
My heart is crammed in my cranium and it still knows how to pound
I was counting the rings
And I fell me into sleep
I peeked to see if you were way back when
I was counting the trees

I had so many problems
And then I got me a walkman
I really liked it a lot and
They walked right in and they solved them
They walked right in and they solved them

I heard ramona sing
And I heard everything

Today at the New Morocco
I got kicked in the taco
All I saw were stars

Say, it's a bit nightmarish
From here to Albondigas parish
Underneath the stars

I met a man
He was a good man
Sailing and shoring
Dancing the beta can-can
Making me foreign
Oh yeah

I want to live in los angeles

Under the stars each night,
I wonder do stairs go there?
I'm lonely driving behind the wheel,
Can't get no where.
I can't seem to get it right.
I'm only just a man of steel.

...Is there a place?

You believe if (you better)
I got their number
Classic camcorder
I saw everything
Dinner plate specials
The shapes of cucumber
I'm going to the papers
I am going to sing

What is there to say?
Still I can't be silent
Hear the Cult of Ray
And you'll be enlightened
People, they're no fun
I saw Raymond speak one time, he said hello
And as he opened up my mind, so fried and battered
I heard his words so very fine