You were floating in the Subtle
with a body made of light
watching people making love
but something wasn't right

Now you're just a bloody baby
they slap your fat behind
You're thirty seconds old
but I can read your mind:

Not another lifetime
Not another lifetime

I'm getting sick of all the prophets
and their parables of love
saying "as it is below,
so it is above"

I got a message for the mortals:
Hell began at birth
the Angels aren't in heaven
they're just afraid of Earth

And another lifetime
And another lifetime

I wish, I wish
I hadn't made that vow
to serve every being
I know, I know
I can't leave now
a Bodhisattva never leaves
until everybody's free

And that's a lot of lifetimes
that's a lot of lifetimes