[Intro] Yeah, yeah Uh-huh, uh [Verse 1] Starin' at this [dream?] from the skeletons of my youth The joints have been kept in the mint-condition, [right?], it's the truth Look what I grew A bottle for my nerves and for you Edible root, the hidden fruit [He?] chopped it up in a few [I'm at/I meant?] repentance [?] erased the fragments of our...Learn More