Locust and Honey

A plastic world we been livin' in!
RIdin' a line between carcinogen,
and sweet as Saigon cinnamon.
Serotonin is what we're swimmin' in-

Easyrider,
nik, nik, nik, fire.

In a stable where Zoroastrians stand and admire!
The adoration of the magi who wore regal attire,
Burgandy caps and robes coloured in Tyre,
With plenty of offerings for the poor Messiah-

Easyrider,
nik, nik, nik, fire.

Good thoughts, good words, and good deeds!
Scattered lands encased by tumultuous seas,
Living off locust and honey from acacia trees,
Wandered a man who fulfilled prophetic deeds-

Easyrider
nik, nik, nik fire.

Easyrider
nik, nik, nik fire.