I retreated up to the mountain I sat down meditating Before my mind lost concentration I was the punctual pupil serious 'bout my studies before my hive had any honey I was gonna become a monk My head was bald and shiny My scalp was pink from plucking Before you hair made me feel bare I was following the prophet My trees were free from carving Before I realized the truth was walking
It was walking down on the earth I could hear each and every word No longer imagining any of its magic I was gonna become a monk I retreated up to the mountain I sat down meditating Before my mind concentration I was following the prophet My trees were free from carving Before I realized the truth was walking I was gonna become a monk