Is this thing loaded or is it broken? Is it ready for the road? This we've encountered, is it a flower? Is it pretty, Is it a rose? Is it a rose? My higher power has encountered the hours In his kingdom, bored as stone The devil's a waiter, he wont chase you He sits cross legged, waiting at home Waiting at home Waiting at home Waiting, waiting for us to get gone To get gone, to get gone I should have listened, It was a good one I was crazy, and laughed alone What I encountered, It was a flower It was pretty, It was a rose Waiting, waiting for us to get gone To get gone, to get gone