There's a legend of a lady on the mountain   Lives alone beyond the Mecca plain   And with her hands she makes it through the winter   She never goes against the grain      To be someone is to be someone alone   To be someone is known as solitude   To learn to sing below the surface   You must adjust your altitude      Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town   We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' Hell bound   She had a vision, and now she holds the key   You don't know what you want, till you find out what you need      I was stranded on the damn coast when a lady   Called to me in a voice so soft and low   Her words resounded like a fountain of truth   And then she faded like a rainbow      Her golden spaceship with the mother of the earth   Carved in stone, the queen of Avatars   Where seventy children were given birth   She then returned back to the stars      Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town   We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound   She can help us find our way and get across   You don't know what you gained, till you find out what you lost      The Pepote Rouge come down from the mountain   And lead our people into the light of day   For they are lost and know not where they're goin'   And all their leaders are cast in clay      Now disbelief and mass confusion   Spreading wild across the land   You can call it love or call it wisdom   To be not savin' a drowning man      Break the news, the Pepote Rouge is coming to town   We stand accused, Pepote Rouge, of bein' hell bound   She can show us just where we went wrong   You don't know where you're goin', till you find where you belong