Texan Book of the Dead - Clutch

So, you say you want to go to heaven?

Well, I got the plans

Kinda walks like Sasquatch

But it breeds like Kublai Khan

In original dialect, it’s really quite cryptical

There are many copies around

But this, my man, is the original, yeah

It’s given me powers but kept me low

Many have scorned this

Modern day Pharisees

Fat with espressos

Be leary of Timothy, clear light and all that

If you want light, go steal the sun

Hell, that boy don’t know crap

If you want to know paradise

Do you wanna know hell?

Want to drink that cool, clear liquor?

Better dig a little deeper in the well, my man

If you want to know paradise

Do you wanna know hell?

Want to drink that cool, clear liquor?

Better dig a little deeper in the well, my man

Do you want a mantra?

Do you want to know?

Do you want that mantra?

Well, here you go

One for the money, two for the show

And a knick knack, paddy whack

Give the lord a handclap

Ooh ee ooh ah ah

Twing twang walla walla bing bang

Oh ee ooh ah ah

Twing twang walla walla bing bang, oh yeah

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

Still want that mantra, still wanna know?

Still want that mantra, well here it go

It is written, I have spoken

So, put this in your pipe and smoke it

Ooh ee ooh ah ah

Twing twang walla walla bing bang

Oh ee ooh ah ah

Twing twang walla walla bing bang, oh yeah

Ooh eee ooh ah ah

Ooh eee ooh ah ah