Wary-Eyed Stranger

 I'm just a wary eyed stranger an interloper at best...everywhere that I go I don't fit in with the rest...I'm just a little bit strange in some type of way I suppose...

I walked on

 I might be lost but it ain't because I don't know Jesus...in fact I saw him on the sidewalk just the other day...with a sharpie on a piece of cardboard writing something about Judgement Day...and I waked on...I walked on down the road...the devil round the corner stuck a knife between my ribs...still it hurts like hell and I'm still wondering what I did...refrain...crossed my path with Buddah sitting underneath the lotus tree...I stopped and asked him kindly mister tell me what you need...he said nothing at all...possessions make you fall...refrain...almost ran into Krishna, suckling a goat and eating beans...he said Hare Hare Hare, I said I don't know what that means...refrain... and then I come to Yaway he said ya I'm the way...I said excuse me sir but you are standing in my way...I don't have any blood for you I know you love it so...be ye filled by your own blood my friend I really have to go...refrain