People, people, such wonderful creatures
And each person with unique features...

We drink beer! Beer! Beer!
It comes from the heavens as angel tears...

A shelve filled with bottles of ten
In a room with a pouring squinny dawn...

There I was on a chilly but fiery meadow
With the sun and a girl singing a mellow...

I feel happy when I see you
I am also happy when you see me too...

In the morning, I can't really feel the light
As the other people do; preparing for work...

When I see butterflies
I pray O God that I too may have wings of faith...

Sitting by the lake
And seeing a cow or a steak...

What we are meant to be?
Is to see the sweetest joy of you and me...

Happy moments, memories, and flashbacks,
It is all I have to picture in my backpack...

I know I am real,
Because I have spirit and love...

Think before you speak
Or you might hear a leak...