Bedlamite (Live at Arcosanti)

Old man Wibble, lush diviner
Duke of babble, mad soothsayer
Drunken oracle drinks
The Liquid Jesus straight from the bottle
Spiritus Sancti like God full throttle
Bedlamite seer, fortune teller croons

Write your own fable
Believe it'll all work out

It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Everything will be alright

"Raise," he says, "raise a glass
Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity
Our remarkable resilience through calamity"

"Raise," he says, "raise a glass
Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity
Our remarkable resilience through calamity"

Old man Wibble
Duke of babble
Drank straight from the bottle
Danced on the table, fortune teller croons
The world may tipple, the world may wobble

Raise your bottle of God full throttle
Liquid Jesus, Spiritus Sancti
Write your own fable
Believe it'll all work out

It's gonna be alright
Everything will be alright
It's gonna be alright
Everything will be alright
It's gonna be alright
Everything will be alright
It's gonna be alright
Everything will be alright

Raise a glass
Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity
Beautiful delirium
Our remarkable resilience through calamity
Raise a glass
Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity
Our remarkable resilience through calamity

It's gonna be alright
(Alright, alright)
It's gonna be alright
(Alright) it's gonna be alright
(Alright) everything will be alright