Bedlamite (Live At Arcosanti)

Old man Wibble, lush diviner Duke of babble, mad soothsayer Drunken oracle drinks The Liquid Jesus straight from the bottle Spiritus Sancti like God full throttle Bedlamite seer, fortune teller croons Write your own fable Believe it'll all work out It's gonna be alright It's gonna be alright Everything will be alright "Raise," he says, "raise a glass Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity Our remarkable resilience through calamity" "Raise," he says, "raise a glass Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity Our remarkable resilience through calamity" Old man Wibble Duke of babble Drank straight from the bottle Danced on the table, fortune teller croons The world may tipple, the world may wobble Raise your bottle of God full throttle Liquid Jesus, Spiritus Sancti Write your own fable Believe it'll all work out It's gonna be alright Everything will be alright It's gonna be alright Everything will be alright It's gonna be alright Everything will be alright It's gonna be alright Everything will be alright Raise a glass Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity Beautiful delirium Our remarkable resilience through calamity Raise a glass Raise a glass to our, our heterogeneity Our remarkable resilience through calamity It's gonna be alright (Alright, alright) It's gonna be alright (Alright) it's gonna be alright (Alright) everything will be alright