[Verse 1]

As a youth, back when Bishop had the glass of juice

Fresh squeezed from forbidden fruit trees and mass produced

I thought the walls were disaster proof

In a flash cast out the orchard where the green grass and apples grew

And sat shell shocked pullin' weeds at the roots

Graspin' for the truth as time passed like molasses moves

In a strange land tryin' to map its attributes

Live fast, brace for impact, knock a gasket loose

Fast forward past the crabapple garden

To twenty-twenty hindsight where cast shadows sharpen

And history's embellished on scrolls and stone tablets

A warehouse of skeleton skulls and old baggage

I heard the prison guards state their goals

To break the individuals spirit, commandeer it, and take control

Paid in full, cashing Langley checks playin' roles

They traded souls for commas when promised their weight in gold (Come on, come on)

[Chorus]

Squeeze the juice out, extract the libations

Strange vibrations, patterns and striations

Arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a glass up

I poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up

To better days, to less decay

To findin' what you're after in the present age

Purging reptiles lurkin' in the Everglades

Beneath the stars and the satellites' electric gaze

[Verse 2]

Through Hell's wrath and Heaven's praise

Inchin' towards the end of days, workin' out the kinks, puttin' pen to page

I see a subtle string puller standin' center stage

The same pale hand that placed a song bird in the cage

That forged chains where distraction and disorder reign

To transmute what's coursing through your veins into corporate gains

Provocateurs in every lane to warp the brain

To defang and take the reins of any force for change

Things morph and shift, fortunate to exist

And watch their metamorphosis and past present future shifts

Lies promulgate, but truth persists

Shootin' from the hip as lunatics line the pockets of the super rich

Babylon's cup runneth over, she hand feeds the hungry vultures

And heads of state with their guns unholstered

Sendin' troops in formation into battle

And sippin' witches brew from harvested crabapples (Come on, come on)

[Chorus]

Squeeze the juice out, extract the libations

Strange vibrations, patterns and striations

Arrayed in purple and scarlet, she raised a glass up

I poured it down the hatch, then threw it back up

To better days, to less decay

To findin' what you're after in the present age

Peurging reptiles lurkin' in the Everglades

Beneath the stars and the satellites' electric gaze

[Outro]

I'm hungry

Yes, I'm hungry too

Here's an apple which will give you the greatest satisfaction

Here

No, it's alright

I've got my machine, this is my food

Come on