I saw a mass of movie stars
Spilling out of expensive cars
People brought them frankincense, gold and myrrh
Even though they couldn't think of who they were
I saw a horde of Holy Joes
Hiding out between the devil's toes
Praying for the evil souls of you and I
Who's the God that lets the likes of them slip by?
But I feel like the Buddha
I feel like the Mona Lisa
I feel like a slowing passing sky
And I don't need the reason
I don't need the answer, either
I don't need the Truth to come to light
'Cause I'm alright
I saw the throngs of rubbernecks
Waiting for the accident
Couldn't think of any place they'd rather be
I thought I saw them salivate as they looked at me
But I feel like the Buddha
I feel like the Mona Lisa
I feel like a slowing passing sky
And I don't need the reason
I don't need the answer, either
I don't need the Truth to come to light
'Cause I'm alright

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