Memories from another life Don't you hate it, when you ask somebody where is that particular street, for your latest greet and meet, and instead of saying left and right, as they might, they are using east, west, as you take care of the rest of the day. Whatever you say you may be wrong, no thong, no bong, all of this is just a song reminding us of that old time when we drank the lime, saw a mime and decided to become human, to drive a van, see Sam, eat ham, all these little things, you minx, do not be a jinx, lynx or vixen, why did we leave those escape pods, forgot we are Old Gods, and become this. This life, this body, nobody can be that rowdy, howdy, farmer of my heart, your cart, we used to race it to the market, centuries ago, immortality is a big no-no, yet, we told you so, so long ago no lime, no mime, given enough time even the stars will die.