[Verse 1] The one in the jar at the foot of the bed Gets weaker at heart but larger at head Says I am the fool, spat on and pushed aside He gave something back just right before he died [Verse 2] The man with the hair on top of his ears Drove past me at eight with a cooler of beer Got high on the hunt in camouflage green A drop of precious oil in the orgone machine [Outro] Wayoh Wayoh Wayoh Wayoh
wayoh, orgone, camouflage, cooler, larger