I'm washing my hands
In the dancing water

A journal with no author
Is this your card
Mother, sister, daughter

We have carried
Away death and brought
Brought back life

Bounding across the yawning chasm

Put your money where your mouth is
Put your loot where your lips are
Put your cash where your clam is

Put your treasure where your teeth are
Bounding across the yawning chasm

Nothing changes
Everything is
Completely different
We all want to see
The end