The Mother Hips - The Figure 11 lyrics

There was a nation of people Who lived on the edge of a circle And they truly believed in the notion Of rotation. But where is your circle, Black Elk? And where are the people that you rode with? Yes, I'll admit that the sky is a circle And the wind blows the seasons around. But you must always remember, Black Elk, Two people standing together Resemble The figure eleven. Pitter patter, silver platter Whose is the head that goes on top tonight? I was the bra** key tied to the string of the kite and your were the lightening. If there was a rope from my head to my hands then I guess after this it would be tightening. I feel like the Yeti who reads in the paper reports of a farcical sighting. If barks could ever really be worse, there'd be no more biting. Isn't this exciting? And there is nothing strange between two strangers. I am a mountain range and I don't need any rangers. And the people stay the same when the leader changes. Lift up your hands and extend two fingers; Consider The figure eleven. "I me miney" is so tiny Wonder how you look to someone else. Allow this to explain itself...