Texan Book of the Dead

So, you say you want to go to heaven? Well, I got the plans Kinda walks like Sasquatch But it breeds like Kublai Khan In original dialect, it's really quite cryptical There are may copies around But this my man is the original, yeah! It's given me powers but kept me low Many have scorned this Modern day Pharisees fat with espressos Be leary of Timothy, clear light and all that If you want light, go stare at the sun Hell, that boy don't know crap If you want to know paradise Do you want to know hell? Want to drink that cool clear liquor? Better dig a little deeper in the well my man Do you want a mantra? Do you want to know? Do you want that mantra? Well, here you go One for the money, two for the show And a knick knack paddy whack Give the lord a handicap Ooh ee ooh ah ah Twing twang walla walla bing bang Oh ee ooh ah ah Twing twang walla walla bing bang, oh yeah Ooh eee ooh ah ah B-I-N-G-O Ooh eee ooh ah ah E-I-E-I-O It is written, I have spoken So put this in your pipe and smoke it