I had a mind-blowing idea
As I walked through the land of fear
With a pocket full of teenage jokes
Like a spiritual engineer
Let's surf those right brain waves
Blow the money that we saved
Don't want to stagnate
Leave things to fate
To be crushed by the cogs
Of your past mistakes
Come along on my trip
It's for those who are hip
Got my toolbox oiled
And covered in foil
I'm on the engine plate
So don't be late
I'm not riding shotgun
I'm thirty-sixin’
All the Angels keep on callin’
And the World keeps on turnin’
See today as a Palace of Play
As the barricades keep burning
Spiritual Engineering
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