Can this illusion be a lie?   Shaped to perfection just to suit you   ???   There where the angels come to greet you   Notify the minister right now   Man beast and his probe have cut down the sacred cow   And maintain a puritan state of mind   Came through close encounters of a very different kind   They learn what's instructed them   They eat what is cooked for them   They stay in their houses if they want to   Live a wasted life      Sometimes the wind can blow us on   Silence and sorrow when the weight's off   No longer smothering the skin   No further torturing the soft heart   Other times ??? just gotta run   Feet must know happiness   And hands must have fun   This is why I trust where they must go   Anywhere is lovely when I rub my magic toe   And drink from a bottle   And think of another song   And make it sound nice   'Cause I don't want to   Live a wasted life...