Beatitudes

Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride, ride

And you know I'd die, die, die, die, die, die

Blessed are my mother's hands

Blessed is the Comet in the shower sink

Blessed are the powdered drinks

Kool-Aid made the blue raspberry rubber bands

Pearl and oyster, milk and honey wonderlands

Blessed is the hologram I've become of my former self

I'm back from the ass end of hell

I've since learned to put my heart on the shelf

I've since learned the art of how to move stealth