Concentration. Empty your mind.
Let the rest of the world go by.
Hold your breath.
Hold your breath.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Now imagine you're at the most wonderful party.
Maybe if I fall. Maybe if I fall asleep
There’ll be a party there
Delicious food.
No wonder these puppets
Are always in a lousy mood
Americans unrooted blow with the wind
That came from their radios
That came from their gods
But they feel the truth if it touches them
Oh no.
Well, I just want to go home now
and walk
the dog.