I went down to meet my girlfriends for lunch the who to moan and complain about their lives just me, But when I got there, were smiling, they were happy, I thought What's up with What the hells up with that? They said we've just from our life therapist who took us back to our gone by and man they were fine And now we feel okay our present cause We had one of a past And said: Considering the state of sad pathetic life, why you have been Some sort of icon 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 reeling like some psychedelic drug thing And I found in a field (smelling very badly) I heard a grunt and everything black Well when I came to she said, "You're not going to this But your past life was spent as an serf And while foraging a meal of and potatoes, You were attacked by a boar." I said, "Well that sounds a lot like my last blind date, are you sure you 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 weren't bad enough, good lord I'm more depressed Cause I was just some low peasant, when I past regressed.
She said, "We're to try this again, usually 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 back 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 when I was ice age chick, did I have a man to mine?" She said, "Honey, when you you were ten at the time." I said, "Well, they started young back then. . .."
She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad well now I'm more depressed Cause I was just some low 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 third friend. . . well, to say PMS around palace must have been a living hell But I wasn't there. I wasn't anywhere even near strata. Well, we kept revisiting my soul as it cycled on 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 were mugwort. And reproduces asexually. (Talk about setting an early for yourself.)
As if my life weren't bad enough, well now I'm depressed Cause I was just some low life A foul smelling serf An ice age probably dug up by some school kids. Even as a DAMN PLANT I couldn't get any
When I life regressed.