No Krishna, Buddha, Jesus in my soul

'Til the sun breaks through again

Down into nothing as I lose myself

In the perfections of Zen

She said: I got the answer

I said: I'm curious, can you write that down my friend

It said there's nothing in the real world

So why should we pretend zero?



Godhead

We got nothing

We got everything



I took a page out of Unpunished

And I flew a paper plane

But there is nothing in the real world

But the cool, cool, cool of soul

And I've got nothing in my pockets

But lose change and gold zero!



And I'm trying to get somewhere

In a room with glow

The church mice are singing now

What John Lee Hooker knows



Godhead

We got nothing

We got everything



I'm falling backwards in her mirrored room

In her mirrored room tonight

She looks so good

And I feel fine

As she says we might make it to Godhead