Minuscule - Polo

I’m siphoning gass from the high school bus

Into the tank of my beat-up bug

So I can drive away from the shouting and misery

I drive into the night, to the hill, to the water tower

To lie on my back and drink in the meteor shower

Knowing that many men have lain as I do now

Ptolemy, Copernicus, Carl Jung Pondering his existence

Pondering, Is God with me now?

And I look to the sky And I ask these questions

Yes, I feel something I don’t understand

Can somebody say Amen?

My life is but a short and precious seed

Like three seasons of life in a leaf on a tree

And when I cascade to the ground I will not be done

I will mingle with the earth and give life

To the roots again

Can somebody say Amen?

And I look to the sky And I ask these questions

Yes, I feel something I don’t understand

Can somebody say Amen?

Amen for the drivers in their garbage trucks

Amen for our mothers, for the lust to fuck

Amen for the child with innocent eyes

Amen for Kevorkian and the right to die

Amen for NASA, The NSA It’s all a front anyway

Amen for Marilyn Manson, Saddam Hussein

Amen for America and the Milky Way

Amen for Elvis, for Betty Page

Amen for Gloria Steinham and Ronald Reagan

Amen for O.J., Clinton too

Amen for the Republican witch hunt coup

Amen for Gandhi, for Malcolm X

Amen for the uprising of the weaker sex

Amen for Babylon, the third world’s call

Amen for the unity of us all

Amen, Amen, Amen

And I am not unique

We are all leave on this great big tree

This tree that is life, that is God, that is you, that is me

And I lie under my tree like the Buddhas before and after me

And I ask the stars, «What for?»

Yes, I feel something I can’t explain

A light that flickers off and on again

And I look to the sky And I ask these questions

Yes, I feel something I don’t understand

Oh, can somebody say Amen?