Coming down that mountain
Coming down that high
Looking at the doom clouds in the sky,
They look like ufo’s flying by…
Come walk with me,
Come walk with me through the slum,
Just another fun, fun, day
Talking to all the bums.
Listening to the funy thing they say.
I am on my way,
Going to get paid on Friday,
Going to meet the men in the sky.
I’ll be climbing that mountain,
Chasing that high,
Looking for ufo’s flying by…
Take me way far away
To another world where I may stay
Awhile and conume your guile,
Consume your smile.
Conume, consume, conume