To the Path!

As he faces the river
He has come to make a scene
He has arrived

Reaches for a light
From piss poor pockets
From working the blood years with Pantiego
Where the Indians dumped the body
With his hat ugly the world
An unusual thirst
And the aftershave I gave him
He is neo no one
The fiction man

Saved - behaved
Making our mind up
Made up our mind
To keep it alone

I have crawled
And now I know I know
He'll catch a lip
I'm hip
I'm with him

To the path!
Two heads no better
One head no mind

And swimming is quicker
For a couple of croppies
With revolution red eyes
Hey!
Straight on your mind
Straight on your legs
And the water is fine!
Water is fine!
Water is fine!
Water is fine!

Hard running rabbit
Through conscience may survive
At last
Now on to the path!
Right on to the path!
The best vanishing point ever!
Ever!
Forever and all time!