If I walk a mile today

Will that leave you a mile away

A mile away from me

Another mile to pay

To pay a price

My life will suffice

Twice or thrice

An unconvincing vice

Candy in my pocket

Candy in my mouth

zebras and intentions

Lead me to the South

If I grow feathers

Feathers like razors

And meet you at the store

Dance with your favours

Favours so sweet

Tickle my intentions

Tickle my feet

Fly to the candy store

Candy in my pocket

Candy in my mouth

Zebras and intentions

Lead me to the south

Run to the pink park

Waiting in the dark

Dark every day

Sharp 10 oclock

10 oclock feeling sick

candy in my stomach

candy on the floor

stay awake is the trick

(interlude)

as following a path beaten by the ancient Shaman,

there has been an error today

the sweet follies invoked in my mouth

has taken a turn for the worse.

I stumble down the path once again

Awaiting an answer in shame and disgrace

A place there was and will be for my

Satanic status

The candy comes wrapped in a fancy package

With blinding colours and smiling affairs

Can you change the weather for my cold hard

Jawbreaker?

It needs a friend and the ice is unbearable

Make no mistake, my sharp wings will cut the wind and

Take our intentions to the sacred store

Where candy is abundant and we can share

Our follies like zebras in the wild

The wild wayward horse with candy

In our mouthes

Candy in my pocket

Candy in my mouth

Zebras and intentions

Lead me to the south

Candy in my pocket

Candy in my mouth

Passions and inventions

Lead me to the south

Passions and inventions

Lead me to you

And your sweet candy

Passion is a gift