Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~
[verse 1]
Do you believe in wishing wells, keep a penny in your pants?
Ever spend the better part of a day nose deep in a clover patch?
Do you daydream at times about how you'd use the genie from the magic lamp?
Do you not feel sad for the three-legged rabbit whose foot you tightly grasp.
[verse 2]
Do you skip the cracks on the sidewalk as you fear you'll break your spine.
Did you mark your calendar for eight- eight 'o' eight and then again for nine- nine 'o' nine.
Will you play the same lottery numbers as usual for the pick on Friday night.
If an umbrella were to open up in your home would people ask if you're alright?
[verse 3]
When I was five I found a four-leaf clover and suddenly I was given visions of a time when I was older.
I was standing in the rain talking to a thing with almond eyes, and we were trying to stay peaceful as we sought a compromise.
The time was twenty-forty-one and half the earth was overrun.
The Greys that took fluid from our mind for drugs had Europe underneath their thumb.
I was appointed the representative for the humans that still contained the proper emotional inner workings of the properly working brain.
[verse 4]
Within these visions I was given a man called, Lonely Eyes Weeper stood alone surrounded by eyes that cried and asked for me to be his keeper.
He then raised his hand and pointed at the alien's energy station, then lipped the location of the weakness in its otherwise impervious foundation.
At that same moment I heard mother call upon me to come eat and then vision broke apart and I couldn't clearly hear him speak.
I have tried almost everything to bring it back into my mind, but for the life of me I can't, the vision gives you just one try.
[strange solo]
So, please if you hear this through of you I do so surely beg.
Go find a four-leaf of your own for we haven't much time left.
Pray do I you do succeed, and then a vision soon you'll see.
or all is lost and off we go, for the greys take everything!
