I down to meet my girlfriends for lunch the ones who to moan and complain their lives just like me, But when I got there, were smiling, they were happy, I thought What's up with that?? What the hells up with They we've just come from our past life therapist who us back to our lives gone by and man were fine And now we okay with our present cause We had one hell of a And said: Considering the of your sad pathetic life, why you must have Some sort of icon in an era gone by! Great. Thanks. Well, I got a session, I lay down on the and she said, Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! Sleep! And my mind it started like some psychedelic drug thing And I found in a field (smelling very badly) I heard a and everything went black Well when I to she said, "You're not going to like this But past life was spent as an indigent serf And foraging a meal of roots and potatoes, You were attacked by a boar." I said, "Well that sounds a lot like my last blind date, are you sure you didn't get the crossed?" She said, "I don't think So." I said, "Well, I met this tragic, bloody death, was I and indigent in a satisfying committed relationship?" She said, "No."
As if my life bad enough, good lord I'm more depressed Cause I was just low life peasant, when I life 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 default mechanism, lets give it shot.
Well, she took me further and it got more scary I was an ice age chick who ate a deadly And I stumbled out of my to die alone in the snow. I said, "Well I was this ice age chick, did I have a man to mine?" She said, "Honey, when you died you ten at the time." I said, "Well, they started pretty young then. . .."
She said, "No."
As if my life bad enough well now I'm more depressed Cause I was just low life peasant I past life regressed
I had a turns out, she was Cleopatra! I had friend . . .um . . . she was Cleopatra as well. I had a third friend. . . well, to say PMS around that palace have been a living hell But I wasn't there. I wasn't anywhere even that strata. Well, we kept revisiting my soul as it cycled on the food chain, and at every point along the 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 mugwort asexually. (Talk setting an early precedent for yourself.)
As if my weren't bad enough, well now I'm more depressed I was just some low life peasant A foul smelling serf An ice age chick dug up by some school kids. Even as a DAMN PLANT I couldn't get any
When I past regressed.