Don't be that, be what you ortta,
Keep on working happiness is round the corner.
Move that one and move it to bed,
The knowledge is dead, the knowledge is dead!

 

All are one and one are all,
Let your mithril wall,
Take a fall.
The human form,
Is are not porn,
F**k society and re-conform.

 

Don't be that, be what you ortta,
Keep on working happiness is round the corner.
Move that one and move it to bed,
The knowledge is dead, the knowledge is dead!

 

Be aware,
Respect and care,
I don't know how far things are but I know it takes time to get there.
Be like a bee,
And just, well, be.
Let go of fear and you'll be free.

 

Don't be that, be what you ortta,
Keep on working happiness is round the corner.
Move that one and move it to bed,
The knowledge is dead, the knowledge is dead!

 

I express myself with freudian slips,
Woops! I mean by being upfront about it.
I'm just kidding I write in music,
What I'm afraid to say to your face.
And I say words but I'm not really speaking,
I hear thoughts but I'm not really thinking!
This non existent existence, is out of place and,
My head will explode,
Information over load,
I don't know which,
Which way to go and,
Am I really hear,
Have I disappeared?
Sailing down your f**ked up,
Brick road and

 

Don't be that, be what you ortta,
Keep on working happiness is round the corner.
Move that one and move it to bed,
The knowledge is dead, the knowledge is dead!
Don't be that, be what you ortta,
Keep on working happiness is round the corner.
Move that one and move it to bed,
The knowledge is dead, the knowledge is dead!