I went down to meet my girlfriends for lunch the who to moan and complain their lives just like me, But when I got there, they were smiling, they were happy, I What's up with What the hells up with that? They we've just come from our past therapist who took us back to our gone by and man they were fine And now we feel with our present cause We had one hell of a And said: Considering the of your sad pathetic life, why you have been Some sort of cultural in an era gone by! Great. Thanks. Well, I got a session, I lay on the couch and she said, Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! And my mind it started like some psychedelic drug thing And I found myself in a field (smelling badly) I a grunt and everything went black Well when I came to she said, "You're not going to this But your past life was spent as an serf And foraging a meal of roots and potatoes, You attacked by a wild boar." I said, "Well that sounds a lot like my last date, are you sure you didn't get the signals crossed?" She said, "I don't think So." I said, "Well, when I met this tragic, death, was I and serf in a satisfying committed relationship?" She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad enough, good I'm more depressed Cause I was just some low peasant, when I past regressed.
She said, "We're going to try this again, the best possible Past life comes to the forefront first but maybe there's something wrong with the mechanism, lets give it another shot.
Well, she took me further and it got more scary I was an ice age chick who ate a berry And I stumbled out of my cave to die in the snow. I said, "Well I was this ice age chick, did I a man to call mine?" She said, "Honey, when you you were ten at the time." I said, "Well, they started pretty back then. . .."
She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad enough well now I'm depressed Cause I was just low life peasant I past life regressed
I had a friend out, she was Cleopatra! I had friend . . .um . . . she was Cleopatra as well. I had a friend. . . well, suffice to say PMS around that palace must have been a living But I there. I wasn't anywhere even near that strata. Well, we kept my soul as it cycled on down the chain, and at every point along the spiral I out miserably.
Until finally, we reached my as a plant. And i said, "Cross pollination! I'm getting tonight!" She said, "You mugwort. And mugwort reproduces asexually. (Talk setting an early precedent for yourself.)
As if my life weren't bad enough, well now I'm more Cause I was just some low peasant A foul smelling ignorant An ice age chick probably dug up by school kids. Even as a PLANT I couldn't get any action
I past life regressed.