Take a walk with me
in this city of love and disease.
I've been inside
a blind man's fortress.

He suffocates me
with all of these stories
about how he's gone;
he hit his head.

Somebody up there went shit
in his bed,
and he feels so
fucking dead;
take a walk with me.

Oh, I'd kill to be one of those people.
Oh yeah, I'd kill every last one of those people.
The people who sit on the benches and stare at the world.

Oh, I'd kill to be one of those people.
Oh yeah, I'd kill all of those miserable people.
But I am the thing that the flies gather around;
take a walk with me.

But he's God;
he's out of his head.
Mortals pay millions
for a night in his bed,

and he feels so
fucking dead;
take a walk with me,
one last time.

I did it, mom!
I got off the farm;
and with the help of my friend Smackity,
I hijacked a plane out of Newark International Airport
bound for Mumbai.

Oh, mom;
no words could describe how much I wish you and Courier
could be with me right now.
I can only hope you're better off there
on the other side of the veil.

Maybe we all would be;
Smackity says so.
He's our pilot.
He's a bit tipsy right now.

You know how humans get when they're inebriated?
Like that awful one who used to milk you all the time,
with the bad breath?
He reeked of horse meneur and rotten potatoes.
Now Smackity's talking about his ex-wife;
oh, she was way too good for him!

Mom, wherever you are, I hope there are no people;
only cows, and pigeons, and roosters, and chickens, and pigs.
People are so confusing;
they act like they've never seen a talking cow!

I feel so lost without you and Courier.