Ring around my soul pocket full of pain posies my
search for freedom continues but to no avail the
sloth breathes it not I he sits atop a tree with
his crown and scepter surveying his domain his
glorious terrible domain who am I you ask Martha
Stewart in her car minding her own business a
ferret jumps on her face tearing at her flesh not
able to see the road she crashes into a lime tree
I am that lime tree show me a sloth I'll show you
a log where am I in the river of strife as are we
all floating on a log struggling to breathe the
air of truth get
off the log get on the jet ski and ride it to
light speed captain freedom you want to know the
truth dig deep deeper you hit the water pipe and
truth sprays out