Spring was standing in the middleOf the woodland copseTicking in the power she lostFrom the city breezeAnd the smell of the boyWe took a sight, sound, smileAnd sucked left, right, straight onAll around in a circleWe lead it to a magic sourceTo a time of the copThe cop come in explosionMaybe a thousandYears in the pastYahuwah, yahuwahLet's go and eat at the sourceYahuwah, yahuwahCome on and eat at the sourceYahuwah, yahuwahFather Yod was standingWith his hands in the airIn a mansion in the Hollywood HillsTake a breath of fireFor one more timeA hundred and eight cowsIn preparation for the mother houseLeft, right, straight onAll around in a circleWe'll lead into a magical sourceTo a time of the coldA cold, cold and explosionMaybe a thousand years in the pastYahuwahLet's go and eat at the sourceYahuwahCome on and eat at the sourceI just wish there were a way that I couldI could express to you theThe profundity of the experienceBecause many of us aren't just likeNaive little followersSomehowGot duped by thisThis grey-hairedBeatnikBecause it's not that way at all