Texan Book of the Dead

So you say you want to go to Heaven

Well I got the plans

It walks like the Sasquatch

And it breeds like Kubla Khan

In original dialect

It's really quite cryptical

There are many copies around

But this, my man, is the original, yeah

It's given me powers

But kept me low

Many have scorned this

Modern day Pharisees, fat with espressos

Be leary of Timothy

Clear light and all that

If you want light go stare at the sun

Hell, that boy don't know crap

If you want to know Paradise

And you want to know Hell

Want to drink that cool clear liquor

Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend

If you want to know Paradise

And you want to know Hell

Want to drink that cool clear liquor

Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend

You want a mantra?

You want to know?

You want that mantra?

Well here you go

One for the money

Two for the show

And a knickknackpaddywack

Give a dog a handjob

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Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O

Still want that mantra?

Still want to know?

Still want that mantra?

Well here you go

It is written

God has spoken

So put this in your pipe and smoke it

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Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah

Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O

Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O