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This year I will claim the crown

Last year I was passed out on the ground

Now I know what I must do

Carve my spoon from a bigger wooden spoon

The chief's got some I'm keen to try 'em

From a Guatemalan insane asylum

Straight from Quetzeltango

El Viaje Misterioso

The chief holds the recipe

I feel the heat start to rise

Opening my eyes

So says the prophecy

Insanity peppers in my mind

Burning my soul blind

My throat is filled with boiling wax

As a ghost train barrels down the tracks

Mescalito's harsh embrace

As my eyes and nose melt through my face

They spoke of a prophecy

I heed the word of my spirit guide

From deep inside

Inner-peace from clarity

The Space Coyote in my mind

Controlling time

Fulfil the prophecy

I thought I saw my souls mate's eyes

But she was blind

So says the prophecy

The Space Coyote telling lies

The Space Coyote lied