No Krishna, Buddha, Jesus in my soul   'Til the sun breaks through again   Down into nothing as I lose myself   In the perfections of Zen   She said: I got the answer   I said: I'm curious, can you write that down my friend   It said there's nothing in the real world   So why should we pretend zero?      Godhead   We got nothing   We got everything      I took a page out of Unpunished   And I flew a paper plane   But there is nothing in the real world   But the cool, cool, cool of soul   And I've got nothing in my pockets   But lose change and gold zero!      And I'm trying to get somewhere   In a room with glow   The church mice are singing now   What John Lee Hooker knows      Godhead   We got nothing   We got everything      I'm falling backwards in her mirrored room   In her mirrored room tonight   She looks so good   And I feel fine   As she says we might make it to Godhead