Tommy Bolin & Friends - Lotus lyrics

Cool he dies on his own time, Roarin' I won't hear your thunder. Called each other Chinese names, If, oh, the book just has a number. There's a garden where the devil lurks, Such a strange life this. They break their backs for sweat and gold, And all the things in which they buy. Things that I thought were heavy loads, Like a Lotus in an oriental sky.