I was bound for their land of sauce again after I roamed and looked in god's hard room, it was my freeing Sunday plot I found that their hands of toss leads came with the sane phonebook's cartoon being andale on top My life was inside a panglossian walk The day was mine So blithesome was my stride of banned thoughts again with positive knocks My life was inside a panglossian walk I payed for crimes I took a flight for the divers ride, I was a man no longer lossed with his rei