Siddhartha Lyrics

Buckle your seatbelts, cause we got a long ride ahead

Obligated ritual, so the living may receive the dead

All the rest of his clothes are mixed up with yours

Fold them like it don't mean nothing, of course, of course

There's trouble in the valley now that God has been proven guilty

Just like the master couldn't help but give in for that virgin pussy

He could make you cut out pleasure for pain

But for you he wouldn't do the same, he wouldn't do the same

My mother is singing in a lonely kitchen

Every day everyone should sit, by a creek and listen

They say matter can't be created or destroyed

So comfort food is shipped in, filling up the void

Finally something Jameson won't ever heal

You don't need to gamble to fold on a losing deal

Sabbath, bloody Sabbath, and the dead keep walking

Show me the divine intervention, and then we can start talking

Ricky's grandpa was a cowboy

Ricky make a loop for the jump, say, "Now boy! Now boy!"

I'm out in the river pissing

Every day everyone should sit, by a creek and listen

Now dad is a ghost and I see him in grandma's reflection

He walks towards the door as she walks towards the salad selection

And now the salad is the door

I don't feel so hungry anymore

But isn't this such a beautiful way to die?

We have footage so one day my kids can see my mother cry

And when they sit on daddy's knee

They'll know the Dead are better than the Eagles like my daddy taught me

Look here at this one, mom and dad are kissing

Every day everyone should sit, by a creek and listen

And we see the father of Dylan, hey! Alright!