You were floating in the Subtle With a body made of light Watching people making love But something wasn't right Now you're just a bloody baby They slap your fat behind You're thirty seconds old But I can read your mind: Not another lifetime Not another lifetime I'm getting sick of all the prophets And their parables of love Saying "as it is below, So it is above" I got a message for the mortals: Hell began at birth The Angels aren't in heaven They're just afraid of Earth And another lifetime And another lifetime I wish, I wish I hadn't made that vow To serve every being I know, I know Baby I can't leave now A Bodhisattva never leaves Until everybody's free That's a lot of lifetimes That's a lot of lifetimes