Nothing is true... everything is permitted.
The truth lies around with all the crazies... we sane people know to steer clear of it.
The truth lies around with all the crazies... we sane people know to steer clear of it.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day



