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, they were smiling, were happy, I thought What's up with that?? What the hells up with They said just come from our life therapist who took us back to our lives gone by and man were fine And now we feel okay our present cause We had one hell of a And said: the state of your 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 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 indigent And foraging a meal of roots and potatoes, You attacked by a wild boar." I said, "Well that sounds a lot like my last blind date, are you sure you didn't get the signals crossed?" She said, "I think So." I said, "Well, when I met this tragic, death, was I and indigent in a satisfying committed relationship?" She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad enough, good lord I'm depressed Cause I was just low life peasant, when I past regressed.
She said, "We're going to try this again, the best possible Past comes to the forefront first but maybe there's something wrong with the default 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 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 young back then. . .."
She said, "No."
As if my life weren't bad enough well now I'm depressed Cause I was just some low peasant When I past life
I had a friend out, she was Cleopatra! I had another friend . . .um . . . she was as well. I had a friend. . . well, suffice to say PMS around that palace have been a living hell But I wasn't there. I anywhere even near that strata. Well, we kept my soul as it cycled on down 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 LUCKY tonight!" She said, "You mugwort. And mugwort reproduces asexually. (Talk about setting an early for yourself.)
As if my weren't bad enough, well now I'm more depressed Cause I was just some low peasant A foul ignorant serf An ice age chick dug up by some school kids. Even as a DAMN I couldn't get any action
When I life regressed.