If it were not for my cushion
Where would I be?
Maybe in mental home or in infirmary
Quick as Jumping Jack Flash I hop to my little shrine
Every day early in the morn come rain or come shine
Then think of Lord Manjushri
And those killed in action in the war on the Siegfried line
Before I wash my smalls or scratch my balls
Or eat my porridge for I may climb up the walls
Pride comes before the falls
Of man into the ego driven world
Before the world began and Adam tried to span
Eve before the flood or before the dark night in the wood
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