Everyone's got their ball and chain
They think they're different but they're all the same
Even when things are going well
the mind's still the prison cell
The city's full of anxieties
got no time for life's anxieties
feeling restless gotta turn the page
no regrets at the end of days
What's the point in even tryin'?
Goin' become a hermit, you know I ain't lyin'
Gonna grow myself a beard
learn some taoist tricks and make myself disappear
Everything was good at first
peace was easy amongst the birds and trees
see myself in the brooks and streams
helping people in my astral dreams
Floating up through the atmosphere
burning through my hate and fear
yoga skills I cultivate
and even still I wanta fornicate!
But what's the point in even tryin'?
Goin' become a hermit, you know I ain't lyin'
Gonna grow myself a beard
learn some taoist tricks and make myself disappear
- bucky and waylon
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