I don't know why you s** on your thumb and cry. All the fuzzy caterpillars turn into bu*terflies. You wanna go where the flowers are nameless and rainbows unfold. I watched the monkey make his habit, A halo through a needle of gold. Left foot, right foot. March to the drums and die. Hoist your favorite flag into the breeze on the Sunday sky. I made it back from the magical station where everything flows. A white lie turned to blood on the highway where the purple winds blow. All my life, all I wanted was a best friend, Then I looked into the sun. A white lie took me far away again. Far away from my little one. Little one, little one, little one...