Smack of Dawns (Mourning Slap Son Silly)

Keep up the good work a shaman said
Or maybe it was a demon
Or a black relative
Who knows
Maybe a fly landed on my forehead while I lie asleep in bed
Maybe a brick fell out of the side of the house down the street
And I just missed it
Could it be a spirit with a shopping cart testing the afterlife

Keep up the good work a shaman said
Or maybe it was a demon
Or a black relative
Who knows
Maybe a fly landed on my forehead while I lay asleep in bed
Maybe a brick fell out of the side of the house down the street
And I just missed it
Could it be a spirit with a shopping cart testing the afterlife

Keep up the good work a shaman said
Or maybe it was a demon
Or a black relative
Who knows
Maybe a fly landed on my forehead while I lay asleep in bed
Maybe a brick fell out of the side of the house down the street
And I just missed it
Could it be a spirit with a shopping cart testing the afterlife

Do it like you used to
Like vishnu
Some hearty bandits in the underworld of hell
Well, what used to be hell
Till the glass chest anaconda sleep fell like dew
Slow, just for you
The ancient wooden swords the bandits made were not enough
The sleep still fell
You cannot cut dew
Naturally, a shelter of leaves was constructed
But dew collects and drips
Asleep and wet the bandits gave up
They drank what they could not stop