Home is where your hammock is hung.
It's where your sandwich hands hold your mate.
Don't suffocate your lungs, hoping to be forever young.
You can't make art in a vacuum state or become something great alone.
You need a friend to depend on.
You need a moon to reflect your light or it's dark all night for us.
Dark all night for us!
So, when you give in, don't give up;
There's never next time for better luck.
It's crime to accept that kind of talk.
So lead me to water and watch me walk.
I'll put a circle into your crops,
Heal blind,
Bare feet,
Make wine,
Hang cross...
Bare feet and hang cross!
They make Messiahs.
They can think higher than your puny thoughts.
They've never ever been sad.
They're a curtain,
They're hiding certain twists in the plot to keep you within their grasp.
And you're hooked!
You're just a page in the book.
Your attention's piqued and you drool at the edge of your seat.
We were a pox on the lobe of their hive brain.
We spun them like a globe.
We were a box, we were cured,
We were stripped of the compass, for sure...
When I say home, I mean the-Planet-I'm-From.
I mean, the tandem moons hung at night.
Who needs sunlight at all?
So, keep them cornered until I call.
We dip fast, we leave this blue ball
And saw their crooked grins from their crooked jaws. Haha!
They retreat now: we creeped them out.
Yeah, they're retreating now.
Young thing, you're sickly.
We are remedies!
Young thing, are you hurt?
We are elixirs!
Yeah, you and me?
Yeah, you and me!
You and me, Anti-(Bodies).
You and me, antibodies.