The Chief's train rolling down the track
Super bowl bound
They want a fight
And we will bring it to them
With the weight of an 18- wheeler falling on them
The opponent better be ready
because here we come
The Chief's train rolling down the track
Super bowl bound
We won't look back
Our goal set upon winning the game
Let the enemy do their worst
We're ready for the fight
Angel teardrops falling from Heaven
Over a lost soul who won't get in
For all the Angel tried
The lost soul strayed away
Staying lost
Angel teardrops falling from Heaven
Realizing sometimes the lost stay that way
No matter how much of God's grace you show them
The lost sometimes turn away
Man of the Earth
Man if the world
One with nature
One with my fellow travelers upon this spaceship we call planet Earth
Peace
Good vibes
Music
Spread peace not war
Love
Groove
Funky mood
Hippie man
Space man
Out of this world
Out of sight
Sits on swampy log
Sharing peace and joy all day
Groovy trippy dude
with a mellowed out mood
Smoking swamp mushrooms for that psychedelic hazes
Let's go on a ghost hunt
Let's dive into the supernatural
May we find our worst nightmares ready to gobble us all up
Leaving nothing but a pile of bones
And puddles of blood
Let's go on a ghost hunt
there was a little cat of the furry sort and he used to dream he was an astronaut climbing in his rocket heading to the stars landing down...
