C. Bodhi:
Feelin' real great 'cause the weather is mildSo you reevaluate your personal styleWhat makes you laugh stand apartMakes you feel good what's in your heart
C. Bodhi:
And so passing under the dome of the great skyBeware we are the stars holmes that you ruled byWhere death reborn into the world is a giftSo the future with no voice of its own will upliftAll is gone, all is calm y'allAll is gone, all is calm y'all
C. Bodhi:
Feel the bass knives pass your fleshEnter your boneSolitude in your dance floor rhythm zoneLet your body go just don't follow the letterDo what you feel the more absurd the better
C. Bodhi:
He was a king 'til she laid wasteNow he can not fill up the spaceAnd I just see him drifting, while he's drifting On Bourbon Alley, feeling lowJust because she let him goI don't think he even knows, He'll soon be fine