What People Are Made Of

{What's up? Make love} Rag weed tall Better hope that his ladder don't crack Or hell hit the ground low, hard and Under his back At the battle at the bottom of the ocean Where 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 it's a clock that you can win if You can guess its age Which you never can do 'Cause the time it constantly change For a lack or a 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 it 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 'bout human beings was this They ain't made of nothin' but water and shit