Is this thing loaded or is it broken? Is it ready for the road? This we’ve encountered, is it a flower? Is it pretty? Is it a rose? My higher power has counted the hours, in his kingdom bored as stone. The devils a waiter, he won’t chase you, sits cross-legged, waiting at home. Waiting at home. Wait on, wait on for us to Get gone, to get gone…. I should’ve listened, it was a good one, I was crazy and left alone What I encountered, It was a flower, it was pretty, it was a rose. Wait on, wait on for us to Get gone, to get gone….