I asked the habitual partygoer
Just how high she thought she'd get,
And I asked the ethereal girls
If they were floating yet
And so I asked the light of the day,
What's this rush for heaven,
And I saw a bird fly away,
And I could not ask again.
The tabloid-tainted actress knows
The myth of higher ground.
The thing she got from playing a nun
She got from sleeping around.
And so I asked the light of the day,
What's this rush for heaven,
And I saw a bird fly away,
And I could not ask again.
He fell in the mud and
He became enlightened
I wonder who's laughin' now
And I've been running uphill,
Panting, punching at the air,
Fighting what's been pushing me down,
Like I can see it there.
And so I asked the light of the day,
what's this rush for heaven,
And I saw a bird fly away,
and I could not ask again.
And I saw all this climbing, climbing,
just as far from heaven,
And I saw a bird fly away,
and I started climbing again.
Who's laughing now
He fell in the mud and
He became enlightened,
I wonder...who's laughing now
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