Hey there Bob Wilson, all is true
The eye in the pyramid cannot touch you
Long live the Discordians and wandering
Jews

Come down from Sirius
and blow our narrow minds
Robert Anton Wilson’s waves
a phosphorescent sky

Hey there Bob Wilson, all is true
The deep space priest is there for you,
stuck in glue
Frozen in the jelly of honey-sweet history
A book for all seasons is like a knife
for all purposes

Come down from Sirius
and blow our narrow minds
We’ve got it hard these days
to even see the signs
See the signs

Come down from Sirius
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