Redboots smiled like an electric child The gift his father gave him Came straight from God "Journey onward, Son Through porcupine nights and daffodil days..." This was in 19 something and 5 Before the rise of the faceless union In the heart of Mork and Mindy Spit through tubeless transportation This catastrophic nightmare endured Just a burning fart away From the terminal tooth decay The landscapes The algoythms Penelope The head shrinkers We're all too much Like a sunburn in the arctic The best Elvis on Earth The final calculation of slaughtered Indians On reruns of Rawhide Redboots picked up a rock And threw it through an adjacent window Angry looking people sat luridly in the press box And the lucky pa**ers-by who stood Gawking at the new messiah If you're gonna take a look Do it by the book Question the plot? Obviously not And the last thing under construction was my mind...