Lyrics
SPIRITS OF MOUNTAINTOPS
On the mountaintops, the spirits guard what’s beyond the comprehension.
A chosen man will always walk alone the winding trail of knowledge and salvation.
The karmic wind is chasing dollar bills until they fall.
It picks them up, invests them in the dreams that don’t exist.
The house of cards is scheduled for a major overhaul.
What’s driven you, it now has been dismissed.
And Bobby said some people are so poor
That all they have is money.
The wealthy monks keep knocking on the door
And beg for milk and honey.
The incarnations shuffle thru the dirt enlightened by the lies.
The demigods devour hungry ghosts in Yamaraja’s hell.
The Dharma has become the Bardo of surprise.
But the Dalai Lama has been doing very well.
And Bobby said some people are so poor
That all they have is money.
The wealthy monks keep knocking on the door
And beg for milk and honey.
And Sid says you can gently break away from
From grasping and desires.
The train on prayer wheels will take you to
The realm of purifiers.
Words and Music by The Ox Prison
Tora Bass
Jimmy D Drums
Mikey P Guitars, Keys, Vocal
