How they dragged the log with seven horses
Through the eye of a needle and a thousand of worm-eaten wonderlands
Through soporific mists, through dry vagrant forests
Through thick primeval villages, through blind sour rains
Through mushroom waterfalls, through bottomless faraway fields
Through crumbly mountains, through fetid toothless mouths,
Over plank covering, over anxious fidgety leaves
Through pedestrian subways, over blubbered pimply cheeks
In the beginning was the word
In the beginning was the word
All words are bullshit