[Verse]
Like how they carried the log on seven horses
Through the eye of the needle and to the wormy faraway lands
Over the sleeping fogs, over the stray dry forests
Over the dense villages, over the sour blind rains
Over the mushroom waterfalls, over the bottomless remote fields
Over the crumbly mountains, over the yawning stinking mouths
On the wooden floors, the anxious fussy leavеs
Through the underground passages, on thе teary pimply cheeks
[Chorus]
In the beggining was the word
In the beggining was the word
All words are bullshit!