Gorilla

I remember Monday evenings
At the Holy Cow cafe;
We were talking sacrifices,
Burning down the day.
I had information for them
Regarding their plans
To save themselves;
All my sources tell me,
All my sources tell me
That as the world goes it goes;
Despite our yeses or noes, it goes.
This body proves bliss in spin and knows
That man is flash in pan.
In pan.
In pan.
The scratching head,
The wrinkled brow
Is kind of cute at
The Holy Cow--
Not to mock you,
Just to knock you
Back into the now.
Ask Atlas how he's doing
Holding up that spinning wheel.
He'll say "No worries, mate.
Thanks for making me so real."
That as the world goes it goes;
Despite our yeses or noes, it goes.
This body proves bliss in spin and knows
That man is flash in pan.
Six billion, something-hundred million,
Something-hundred pound
Gorilla.
Gorilla
Gorilla
Ask Atlas how he's doing
Holding up that spinning wheel.
He'll say "No worries, mate.
Thanks for making me so real."
That as the world goes it goes;
Despite our yeses or noes, it goes.
This body proves bliss in spin and knows
That man is flash....
That as the world goes it goes;
Despite our yeses or noes, it goes.
This body proves bliss in spin and knows
That man is flash in pan.
In pan.
In pan.
In pan, in pan, in pan...
In....