The Red Lotus

Fly over the sun
Isn't it fun?
We've just begun
Woah oh oh oh
Nowhere to go
Give me your hand
Isn't it grand?

High up in the sky
No telling why
We've got to fly
Over the clouds
Words in our mouths
Into our heads
The lotus is red

Shot out of a gun
Held by a nun
Looking at some
Mysterious man
Out in the sand
Into our heads
The lotus is red