My Feet's Trustworthy Existance

[Verse 1]

Can this illusion be a lie?

Shaped to perfection just to suit you

Out and beyond the birds in flight

There where the angels come to greet you

Notify the minister right now

Man beast and his probe have cut down the sacred cow

And maintain a puritan state of mind

Gained through close encounters of a very different kind

They learn what's instructed them

They eat what is cooked for them

They stay in their houses if they want to

[Refrain]

Live a wasted life

[Verse 2]

Sometimes the wind can blow us on

Silence and sorrow when the weight's off

No longer smothering the skin

No further torturing the soft heart

Other times, my feet just gotta run

Feet must know happiness and hands must have fun

This is why I trust where they must go

Anywhere is lovely when I rub my magic toe

And drink from a bottle

And think of another song

And make it sound nice 'cause I don't want to

[Refrain]

Live a wasted life

A wasted life