I was standing in line
Detroit Snackbar Dreamer
I'd take whatever you have
Half way into her bag
One foot in front of the other
Roller skate on the sand
Oohoo ooh ooh ohh
Dig a hole in the dirt
Maharishi, my man
Business stratagy planner
Oh
Supply and demand
Yeah
Rest your skull in his hand
Give yourself to the temple of true oblivion
Oohoo ooh ooh ohh
Dig a hole in the dirt
For what it is worth
Dig a whole in the dirt
Do your thing, but who's counting
At the core of the earth?
I was standing in line
Detroit snack, but dreamer
There was no one around
No
