The good Lord stuck a rose in my hand
(a white rose in my hand)
put some stuff in my backpack
and a dog at my ankles
a sun in my back
and an abyss before me.
My eyes are half-closed,
but that means nothing.
Even a fool is aware of being one.
and the lord is above me
and the lord is beneath me
in the abyss and in the sun.
And If I meet the good lord and the good lord asks me
how do I like it, like, being alive
I won't be too bad, man, I'll give him my hand:
"Hey, Lord! Yo, Lord! Give me five!"