Ween - The Argus part 2 lyrics

A little bitty snack for Argus And a snack for the creature in his hand Wriggling through his fingers And into the soul of man Hastened by the sound of craving He turns it to an energy form Focused on the goal of pure soul And leaving everyone in the dust Call on mom But call on Argus Call on your inner pride Leave them alone To postulate their own framework Freak out on the side of real man Johnny had a bad hair color day So he saw his artist extraordinaire He dragged him along And sang him a song Flailing his arms in the air Johnny sent his mind to Argus Gingerly he agree Once inside the mold of time They're free to plant any seed Call on mom But call on Argus Call on your inner pride Leave them alone To postulate their own framework Freak out on the side of real man