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Banapple Gas, oh Banapple Gas Everybody’s sniffing it Banapple gas O-oh, alas! All the world is stuck on it – Banapple Gas Does it do you good, make you better Set you healthy when you’re bed-tied? Well I don’t know if it makes you well, but It must be healthy ‘cause it don’t smell Banapple

You’ve got to learn, to brighten up your ways Kick out your dull padded life There’s much to know, and no doors in space They were only mirrors you imagined in your mind Now that you’ve got no place to go And you stand alone Know that there’s just one place to be And it’s

Well I ain’t got nothing … But it don’t worry me I came to this life like a free-walking tree No need to be tied, no need to be They call me Jzero Well I ain’t got nothing And to nothing I belong You won’t find me right; Yet you won’t find me wrong If

Oh the trees grow higher than the mountains In the land of free love and goodbye The river’s ever flowing, fishing growing And the God I love, loves me In the sky rides a gleam of white horses And they glimmer clean in your eye The bird of dawn is bringing The simpleness of singing

What kind of power, What kind of demon is this? Who kicks me out in shame, With every word he says What kind of majik of majiks? What kind of war is this, That I can’t fight no more? That leaves me weaponless, And nails me to the floor What kind of power, of powers?