Spud Infinity

What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? To free the celestial body? From way up there it looks so small From way down here it looks so small One peculiar organism aren't we all together? Everybody steps on ants Everybody eats the plants Everybody knows to dance even with just one finger What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? To free the celestial body? When I took another look The past was not a history book That was just some linear perception Ash to ask and dust to dusk A dime a dozen aren't we just? But a dozen dimes will buy a crust of garlic bread What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? To free the celestial body? When I say celestial I mean extra-terrestrial I mean accepting the alien you've rejected in your own heart When I say heart I mean finish The last one there is a potato knish Baking too long in the sun of spud infinity When I say infinity, I mean now Kiss the one you are right now Kiss your body up and down other than your elbows 'Cause as for your elbows, they're on their own Wandering like a rolling stone Rubbing up against the edges of experience What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? What's it gonna take? To free the celestial body?