Driving along I notice some pockets of air in the air
I pause to listen for the bangs that are not quite there
Along the stem of heaven I flow upwards, never down
We bring more misery to the roots of the heaven`s crown
With my feet I stomp the clouds nearer to the earth
So you could learn what licorice and pitch are really worth
The stingy taste of mustard in my mouth is honey-sweet
But on my sacred tongue these two must never meet
The guardian angel behind the shield of clouds
Won`t hear the death-fear`s banging for the banging isn`t loud
It only takes half an effort to break both sides
The other half I`ll spend on making left and right collide
I`m aming at an apple with a fireproof arrow of fire
And never lie about it if it is your heart`s desire
