Текст: Fishbone. Truth And Soul. Question of Life.

I saw the God spread his arms
Across the imperfect sky
The clouds rolled across the full moon
Tattooed in the sky

For the eye tattooed in the sky
Judged the planets plea
And I was just a humble man
And feared God in his sight, the Light

A question rose from my soul
A question, I began to hold
A pitchfork pinned to my chest
Will I, I not pass the test?
Will I, I not pass the test?

A disease of clouds formed over the sea
The Angel was cruisin' down so that I could see

The roses in his eyes
He would give me, Lord
The New Age not the winter
The Ice Age was the last page

You must present a P.M.A.
(Positive Mental Attitude)
For we all dance for freedom sake, sake, sake, sake
To tie the shoelace of life in place
To change the mind from a negative state, yeah

A question rose from my soul
A question, I began to hold
A pitchfork pinned to my chest
Will I, I not pass the test?
Will I, I not pass the test?

The Angel began to say to me
As the roses set me free, set me free
You must recite this throughout the land or else
You will be snuffed and canned, snuffed and canned

You mustn't wrong the right
You mustn't dark the Light
You must dove the vulture
You must do or die

Wow, I was shakin'
A question shake, shake, shake
Wow, I was shakin'
A question shake, shake, shake
Alright