One, two, three, four Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha please Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees Illusion fills my head like an empty can Spent a million lifetimes loving the same man
[Chorus] Whoa! Every drop that run through the vein Always makes it's way back to the heart again And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of Chinese plastic
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too, Govinda I am still in love with you I see you in the birds and in the trees That's why they call me Krishna Mayee
Hoffa told us we should tolerate the people and the things that make me wanna hate Oh have a little mixed mercy on me, this seasoned beauty in this human pageantry Jesus Christ came down here as a living man If he can live a life of virtue then I hope I can Unto others as you would have a turn Back here and repeat until you learn, learn, learn
Whoa! Every drop that run through the vein Always makes it's way back to the heart again Every dog that lived his life on a chain knows what it's like Waiting for nothing!
And by the way you look fantastic in your boots of chinese plastic