Boohbah

SacriStuff

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Colors and shapes
Fly into my brain
If I cannot stop
Then how do I explain?

The blobs of flesh are bound
They want to go and dance around
All of the shapes have been found
We're a big family

Boohbah
Boohbah
You made no sense to my tiny child brain
Maybe you're the reason why I am insane

All the children gather
Form a piece of matter
Look into the present now
Enter the grass field somehow

It's a hot dog, it's a pile of balls
It's a skateboard, welcome to your new home
It's a jump rope, it's Grandma's rocket ship
It's a warp core, for all the Boohbahs to dip

Wake up and fly out of their cry-o-pods
Perhaps a cult made to die, held up with wire rods

Boohbah
Boohbah
You made no sense to my tiny child brain
Maybe you're the reason why I am insane