Is this thing loaded or is it broken?
Is it ready for the road?
This we've encountered, is it a flower?
Is it pretty, Is it a rose?
Is it a rose?
My higher power has encountered the hours
In his kingdom, bored as stone
The devil's a waiter, he wont chase you
He sits cross legged, waiting at home
Waiting at home
Waiting at home
Waiting, waiting for us to get gone
To get gone, to get gone
I should have listened, It was a good one
I was crazy, and laughed alone
What I encountered, It was a flower
It was pretty, It was a rose
Waiting, waiting for us to get gone
to get gone, to get gone
