Boots of Chinese Plastic Pretenders

One, two, three, four

[Verse 1]
Nam Myoho Renge Kyo Buddha, please
Can you help a little peasant that's begging on her knees?
Illusion fills my head like an empty can
Spent a million lifetimes loving the same man

[Hook]
Oh, every drop, that run through the vein
Always makes its way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic
In your boots of Chinese plastic

Hare Krishna, Hare Rama too
Govinda, I am still in love with you
I see you in the birds and in the trees
That's why they call me Krishna Mayee

[Hook]
Oh, every drop that run through the vein
Always makes its way back to the heart again
And by the way you look fantastic
In your boots of Chinese plastic

Hofra told us we should tolerate
The people and the things that make me wanna hate
Oh, all I have is a little bit of mercy on me
This seasoned beauty in this human pageantry