're stuck behind a prison wall How well you know yourself But I see something else within you That you don't see at all You may give up your number,
Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas Everybody's sniffing it Banapple gas Oh oh oh, yeah, alas All the world is stuck on it Banapple gas Does it do you good
Home on a kite we fly, home on a breeze we blow Eyeing the folks below and watching everybody run Each one heading for a different place Watching everybody
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What kind of power? What kind of demon is this? Who kicks me out in shame With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks? What kind of war is
Once I had a dream that worried me Like a drunken guillotine Lingering just above my head Why, why, why, why? Why was I born and I'm cursed repeatedly
Well, I ain't got nothing but it don't worry me I came to this life like a free-walking tree No need to be tied, no need to be They call me Jzero Well
: Once I had a dream, that worried me Like a drunken guillotine Lingering just above my head Why, why, why, why? Why was I born "The Nine" Cursed repeatedly
're stuck behind a prison wall How well you know yourself But I see something else within you That you don't see at all You may give up your number, disowning
: Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains In the land of free love and goodbye The river's ever flowing, fishing growing And the God I love loves
: [Jzero:] Well I ain't got nothing. But it don't worry me I came to this life like a free-walking tree No need to be tied, no need to be-- They call
: Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas Everybody's sniffing it Banapple gas O-o alas! All the world is stuck on it Banapple gas. Does it do you good, make
: What kind of power, What kind of demon is this Who kicks me out in shame, With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks. What kind of war is
: Home on a kite we fly, Home on a breeze we blow Eyeing the folks below and Watching everybody run, Each one heading for a different place Watching
: One is the ever blazing star Sword of the immortal world And highest light Yes, this is our star. Out star is ever rising Borm of the eternal lamp
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Banapple gas, oh Banapple gas Everybody's sniffing it Banapple gas O-o alas! All the world is stuck on it Banapple gas. Does it do you good, make you
you're stuck behind a prison wall How well you know yourself But I see something else within you That you don't see at all You may give up your number
