I’m just borrowing the mystery.
Found it in the baggage of history.
Found it rummaging through; I’ll give it back.
I’m fine with just borrowing the mystery.

You can tell that I’m an artist - I make auditory art.
My schtick is like a cardboard box that’s state-of-the-art.
My flow flows out when I flap my mouthpart.
Studiously vague, more or less in the ballpark.

I’m just borrowing the mystery.
Found it in the baggage of history.
Found it rummaging through; I’ll give it back.
I’m fine with just borrowing the mystery.

I play my bit part - taxonomize all the brainfarts.
Take part in heart to hearts. A fresh start with my sweetheart.
Tear apart the color chart. Bind a wounded bleeding heart.
Don’t put the horse behind the cart, just learn the eye chart by heart.

I’m just borrowing the mystery.
Found it in the baggage of history.
Found it rummaging through; I’ll give it back.
I’m fine with just borrowing the mystery.

Drool on the piechart, I’m either fucking dumb or really smart.
Dipped my toe in the black arts, deciding is the hard part.
Jumpstart my purple heart, or gawk when shit falls apart.
Learn to tell my ass hat - from a pothole in Stuttgart.

I’m just borrowing the mystery.
Found it in the baggage of history.
Found it rummaging through; I’ll give it back.
I’m fine with just borrowing the mystery.

Item one of my list to-do: stick to the pull-through.
Review my purview and pursue my see-through,
Then redo my undo and practice the tao of pooh,
Send salutations, play hand-grenades and horseshoes.

I’m just borrowing the mystery.
Found it in the baggage of history.
Found it rummaging through; I’ll give it back.
I’m fine with just borrowing the mystery.

Older than dirt yet good as new, a dash of salt on the wound
Remake my make do - just a turn of the screw.
Revize my taboos - a litany of thank yous.
Climb inside the statue, while I whispering “I love you”

I’m just borrowing the mystery.
Found it in the baggage of history.
Found it rummaging through; I’ll give it back.
I’m fine with just borrowing the mystery.

The mustard seed grew and grew, so I shadowboxed my guru.
If you like it or not, ah ma, do I have to?
I am just a crude dude, dude - part of the fucking grounds crew.
I’m going down with the circus; I’s kicked out of the zoo.