What People Are Made Of

What's up? Make love? Rag weed tall, better hope that his ladder don't crack Or he'll hit the ground low, hard and on to his back At the battle at the bottom of the ocean, well, the dead do rise You need proof? I got proof At the surface, you can watch 'em float by Way in back of the room, there sits a cage Inside is a clock that you can win if you can guess its age Which you never can do, 'cause the time, it constantly change For lack of luck, I guess that is the saying On the first page of the book of blue, it read If you read this page then that'll be your death By then I was too late, and you wound up on an island Of shells and bones that bodies had left And the one thing you taught me about human beings was this They ain't made of nothing but water and shit Alright!