Listen, these are not drunken as you suppose
It might not be 3 o'clock in the morning like it seems
The little children will be prescient
And the young men will see shows
And the old men will dream dreams
I found a typescript double-spaced
Printed out on a daisy-wheel so all femme
In the former Treatise, dear friend Theophilus it was placed
Written by Lisa which was present at the doings of them
I gathered all the tokens of the passion
People waiting for the promise of a father
Where have you heard of me in the past?
John baptized with water, now with wine
But don't weep, he'll make sure
Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last
In a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet and all around
Megan, Mary, Lisa and Kenisha, gave it out
"Stick with me or you'll reap the reward of iniquity"
Cashed out, carry the possession of a plot of ground
Well, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath
Outside the bodega called 'Beautiful'
When it was whom with Sue and Kenisha
Under a silver-leaf wreath
Called not to fit to sit, might as well
Come half out of your mother's womb
I gathered all the tokens of the passion
People waiting for the promise of a father
Where have you heard of me in the past?
John baptized with water, not with wine
But don't weep, he'll make sure
Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last
A light shined in the lodge
And the chain slipped off her hands
So to speak, she packed up her things and sailed to Cyprus
Sending greetings from Felix
With a 'Please put Paul on misunderstands'
Me, she and her all went home, gave up the boast
And left Lisa to type us
I gathered all the tokens of the passion
People waiting for the promise of a father
Where have you heard of me in the past?
John baptized with water, not with wine
But don't weep, he'll make sure
Pricked in the heart the Wednesday after last