La lunático, he is not here,
He is stoned to the bones, somewhere.
He is taking his hazy trips
Round and round the hot "aa chaa" sun
One more shot, and he is off the ground.
"It is fair for me" though
La lunático, he is not here,
He is found floating, somehow.
He is so much lighter than the rest,
Up, up and above, across the cold sea
One more slash, and he be off for ever.
"It is fair for me" though
La lunático, he is no more here,
He is on the sacrificial grounds, somewhere.
He is hurried off to another world.
Promised land of 70 lovers and honey streams
One more lash, and he be off the hook for eternity.
"It is fair for me" though
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aah...i like it! this is kinda surreal.
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