Burn the past, throw it all away
Every seven years, like the
Incas
Start anew, demolish you
Everything you grew,
you outgrew
Demolish you,
everything you planned for
Disappropriate potlatch
It's you, it's you, you know how to do
You pull red out of pure blue,
that's a miracle
The sun and the rain,
the things we take for granted
No trip necessary, we're on target
Renew, renew, everything you do
Perfect like the cycle of your heartbeat
Burn the past, and the future catches fast
No respect for lasting vibrations
Collections grow sour,
give presents gain power
Possessions will attack when you least
expect them
If the poles reverse,
explode the universe
This world is not enough,
potlatch
My love, my friend, I know I can depend
On your friendship without end,
that's a miracle
I come to you out of the blue
The planet's on the line,
do you see how hard I'm trying?
260 days a year, I'm like the
Mayan
Like 2012, all the books left on my shelf
Still aren't read,
when I'm dead where will
they scatter?
My ashes.
I'm the best!
I'm the best!
I'm the best!
I'm the best!