Can I ever say that thing 'I love you'
again, to any save her with the eyes
Who bore me up and helped me on through
Making even the mundane a surprise.

How can I fallable know something for sure
or be content with the fruit of my labour
For every person richman or poor
Can never be another man's saviour.

Jesus was perfect, so was the Buddah
Well they'll never walk in my shoes
To never know whether I shoulda'
Saved our perpetual blues.

The sun comes up and goes down
And then again so does my dick
The Mayans worshipped the sun without frown
Modern man, we worship our prick.

They both give life and help seed to grow.
Whether in field or womb
They bring about joy and warmth as we know
And cause many a blossom to bloom.