As the mausoleum of my former self
My songs displayed upon the shelves
Remember this one, it caused me grief
This little number upset the priest

A crater for the greater good
Smoking away as it should
Shrugging like it doesn't care
For a fanfare that elevates hair

Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo

As the custodian of my former self
I was the gardener of future health
For this hollow mountain, the rock, a hill
That points to the heavens, erupts at will

A crater for the greater good
Smoking away as it should
Shrugging like it doesn't care
For a fanfare that elevates hair

Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo

A crater for the greater good
Smoking away as it should
Shrugging like it doesn't care
For a fanfare that elevates hair

Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo doo-doo doo doo-doo-doo doo