Texan Book of the Dead Songtext
von Clutch

So you say you want to go to Heaven
Well I got the plans
It walks like the Sasquatch
And it breeds like Kubla Khan

In original dialect
It′s really quite cryptical
There are many 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
And you want to know Hell
Want to drink that cool clear liquor
Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend

If you want to know Paradise
And you want to know Hell
Want to drink that cool clear liquor
Better dig a little deeper in the well, my friend

You want a mantra?
You want to know?
You want that mantra?
Well here you go

One for the money
Two for the show
And a knickknackpaddywack
Give a dog a handjob

Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah
Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O
Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O


Still want that mantra?
Still want to know?
Still want that mantra?
Well here you go

It is written
God has spoken
So put this in your pipe and smoke it

Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang, oh yeah
Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O
Ooeeooahah E-I-E-I-O