I aint been down, with the circus or clowns, the Joker, or the fool, And I, aint getting high, with the sun or the rise, the dawn, or the Eve, Down by the river Jordan and the Styx, where the garden, is said to be I’ll take the white rabbit ferry, With, the nail from Marry, across the un-known sea Wrap my body with the Myrrh-el and Hollywood thorns from the rose wood tree, I aint been down to the temple ground, praying on my knees, I aint been up side run or turned or worn, or tracked on down, And I, ain’t getting low with the lamb or the goat, the ram or the sheep, So come, and, find me at the river sailing town, where the Jordan and Tigris meet, I’ll ride the, white rabbit ferry, With, the nail from Marry, across the un-known sea, I’ll take, the Frankincense and burnt incense, to the rope at hanging tree, And I, ain’t been down to the sacred holy grounds, since, I remain un-clean, So take the, white rabbit ferry, With, The nail from Marry, the coat Joseph bought me, Take the rain and mud, sadness and love, and lick my wounds, on clean, Blessed by the water of Jordan and Euphrates, to set my sole on free, Bring Iron for silver, and, brass for gold, to jasper river, street, Take the thorns from the Myrrh-el and sycamore bush, and Fucking crown my head so it bleeds, I aint been down, with the circus or clowns, the Joker, or the fool, And I, aint getting high, with the sun or the rise, the dawn, or the Eve, Down by the river Jordan and the Styx, where the garden, is said to be I’ll take the white rabbit ferry, With, the nail from Marry, across the un-known sea Wrap my body with the Myrrh-el and Hollywood thorns from the rose wood tree, I aint been down to the temple ground, praying on my knees, I aint been up side run or turned or worn, or tracked on down, And I, ain’t getting low with the lamb or the goat, the ram or the sheep, So come, and, find me at the river sailing town, where the Jordan and Tigris meet, I’ll ride the, white rabbit ferry, With, the nail from Marry, across the un-known sea, I’ll take, the Frankincense and burnt incense, to the rope at hanging tree, And I, ain’t been down to the sacred holy grounds, since, I remain un-clean, So take the, white rabbit ferry, With, The nail from Marry, the coat Joseph bought me, Take the rain and mud, sadness and love, and lick my wounds, on clean, Blessed by the water of Jordan and Euphrates, to set my sole on free, Bring Iron for silver, and, brass for gold, to jasper river, street, Take the thorns from the Myrrh-el and sycamore bush, and Fucking crown my head so it bleeds, Standing before the Pearly Gates, I was sentenced, to, eternal, sleep
