Purple stain, 15 dollar Snoop wine
On a t-shirt from the airport of a dog drinking cervezas
Within its shape, I found her lying, supine
With a CRT behind her playing the sequel to Fantasia

Bit flip in the program where we’re defined
Now the father of all mankind
Is just your creepy uncle
In the astral plane reception, form a new line
There is Good here in the parlour
Only Evil in the jungle
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Let it shine, all the time, let it shine