©2003 Ekendra Dasa
01 200 Proof Absolute Truth
I was sufferin’ like hell. I had the walkin’ amnesia
Whisky didn’t help – nor did Milk of Magnesia
Kept lookin’ in the mirror, yellin’ “Who is that guy?
Does it even matter if I live or I die?
Who put me here? Maybe somebody goofed!
I need absolute truth. Make it 200 proof.”
My family shrink called it “existential fever”
Aw, but I don’t think that’s it. I don’t believe her
Mama said “Honey, it’s a passin’ phase.
You’re gonna be fine in a couple of days.”
I said, “I doubt it, Mom. Somethin’s rotten at the root.
I need absolute Truth. Make it 200 Proof.”
Don’t water it down. Give it to me straight
I can’t stick around so don’t you be late
The only thing keepin’ me from leapin’ off a roof
Is absolute truth – 200 proof
Gimme some o’ that brew that don’t go flat
If you got a clue, let me know where it’s at
I don’t care if it don’t go down smooth
I need absolute truth – 200 proof
There’s a place outside o’ this one story town
Where you can get high and never come down
Nobody throws up, everybody has a blast
And the neon signs say “Home At Last”
And even the graffiti on the telephone booth
Is absolute truth – 200 proof
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