The Japanese have a suicide ritual
Where they cut up each other's guts with a sword
Or do they do it to their own body
I forget

As long as I sing with inflection
Would you walk out on me
If I hit the note right
Or hit the note wrong

In fact, in, this meditation
I am being insincere
And paul simon is there
Words that tear to rhyme

And the Japanese chest torn and frayed
And I am being insincere
M.C. Hammer draws you near
To confuse familiar
Heros
With not wanting the Mtv
And all that is said with Mark Knopfler

The heart brings you back
The hook brings you back
The heart brings you back
The hook brings you back

And the lotus flower
And Popper hitting the harmonica
All in tune y'all
When the sun is eclipsed
By words that strain to rhyme
And don't be insincere
And sing with inflection

And you are kidding around
When you are kidding around

The hook brings you back
Just sing with inflection, and you will be fine
Got it Popper
The soup eh it tastes good
Better than food