You could worry for your whole life
Over %#@! you can't unwrite
You can collect a plastic pile

That is all you'll leave behind
We reflect
When we follow in the foot steps

Of Situationists gone
The culture, destitute as hell
In every desert hides a well

Oh, well.
We can only be ourselves
We are the Hungry Ghost

We reflect
In the oil in the nouveau
The soul in the soul song

We dissect
In the collage of the dadaist
The soul in the soul song

Oh, well.
We can only be ourselves
We are the hungry ghost

The dharma in Hanshan
The needle in the groove
The soul in the soul song

We carry on.
We heed their advice
When we listen to ourselves

We cut all our ties
When we listen to ourselves
We sing our own songs

We only listen to ourselves
We are the hungry ghost
The soul in the soul song

We carry on