Glass Ceiling

Straight from the smoke of a bush

From a lightning bolt sprung a ghost of a man

An economical manifest

Leaving glass footprints through the desert sand

How long you think you can get old timer

In that recyclable robe

Ghost beef, to eat, ain't cheap

Kool Aid for foolish gold

Solar and wind can't stop the fire burning in the street

Pipe that melting ice, give the gods something to drink

Lord have mercy

Lord have mercy

Plastic politickin, a hypocritical feast

Eco, echo-echo, echoes a blood rich heartbeat

How many buy into this old timer

With your recyclable votes

Preach peace but overreach

Mark twain for every human sold

Solar and wind can't stop the fire burning in the street

Pipe that melting ice, give the gods something to drink

You find yourself thirsty

Take a sip

If you find yourself thirsty

Or squeezed from the government

Hail to the thunder

Hale is the chief

There to do it a better way

And take away your beef

How ya gonna save us from this old timer

Can you recycle the globe

Ghost beef, to eat, ain't cheap

Kool Aid for foolish gold

Solar and wind can't stop the fire burning in the street

Pipe that melting ice, give the gods something to drink

Solar and wind can't stop the fire burning in the street

Pipe that melting ice, give the gods something to drink