Flutes of Chi Songtext
von Ween

Everything that you are
That you′d like to be
Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity
The flutes of the chi
Will sound again, my friend


Wrap yourself up in gold
The fruits of the old
Are ripe to be told, my friend

For, it's not what you are
How you′ve come to be
All this will end and begin again

Everything that you are
That you'd like to be
Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity
The flutes of the chi
Will sound again, my friend