Since I don't want to,
I'll go ahead.
And if I see the Buddha,
I'll shoot him dead!
Draw the sword,
cut off his head.
Only looks like Buddha,
to the demon's bed.
Too late.
I've arrived.
I've criticized.
I'm here in hell
with the best of guys.
You're raucous and vile.
My kinda guys.
But whatever happened to
that one so wise?
He was plain and boring
and not much fun.
But he reminded me of something:
the place I'm from.
Oh woe is me.
And me is woe.
Should've shot that Buddha;
he is my foe!
If I see him again,
I'll shoot him dead.
Draw the sword,
cut off his head.
How often does
True Buddha show?
So the ones I see
want to drag me low.
And the boring one
is well-disguised.
Never guessed his virtue
upholds the sky.
And me,
just what do I uphold?
My way.
By way.
Counterfeits sold.
Just find a good one
and stand behind.
Just go by his words;
don't offer mine.
Whatever you think
that must be best.
I'll bow and agree
like all the rest.
If I won't stand for you,
How can I stand for me?
If we won't stand,
how can we stand free?
Not just standing,
stand for what?
"Gee, I'd sure like to,
but I just... but..."
Sit down.
Be quiet.
And realize.
Our raucous friends
are the devil's guys.
Narrow pathway:
one by one.
The lonely thread
to the Bodhi Sun.
Wide and easy.
Cool and breezy.
"Gee, I'd sure like to,
but the world, it needs me!"
Needs me for what?
Fertilizer maybe.
Six feet under
and vibrant daisies.
Vibrant, that is,
'til they wither, decay.
My way.
By way.
Pass away.
As long as it's proper,
just go ahead.
To smell the roses
is the demon's bed.
It's better to go hungry
than overfed.
And if I see the Buddha,
I'll shoot him dead.
