I think it's workin' I think it's workin' yeah It keeps me hummin' Hummin' hummin' yeah Picking at a purple vein He's like a fat man in a little coat Suckin' red vines and rum and coke Singing I like ya jesus but I loves the dope I mighty itty bitty maw

Serpent of light, movement of the soul Crawling stately along the spine Mighty phoenix from the ashes arises Firebird cycle, life, regenerate the cell Life burns fierce, reduced to ashes Resurrection from the flame, ageless process Quest for absolution,

Bless the ridge rider The ridge he's ridin' is mighty thin I guess the ridge rider Without partners or friends He's courageous enough to be scared But he's too humble to win Forgits he's travelin' with a friend He rides the ridge between dark and light

I get down, I get down, I get down Her light is as loud as as many ambulances As it takes to save a savior (whoa whoa whoa) She floats through the room on a big balloon Some say, "She's such a fake" That her love is made up No, no, no, no Let's have

Sung, female: The way to the lands Where as a hero I stand The path where Beauty met the Beast It's the honesty of these worlds Ruled by magic and mighty swords That makes my soul long for the past In this spellbound night

Rastafari Is Lords of lords and savior He's the mighty Thunderable Thunderable one He's the omnipotent

You'll find the strength to fight and stand upright Before all things reborn again You learn the painful breath of time Cold mourning stretches out your arms To the mighty warmth of the golden sun Seem all have gone insane for gold All was created out of

Rastafari Is Lords of lords and savior He's the mighty Thunderable Thunderable one He's the omnipotent