Chorus:
Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything

Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything

Verse:
      Am                     C
I had nothing to say until I started singing

I bruised up my brain

With my eardrums ringing
G                        F
It’s high time, my third eye was dry
                   E
Red and dead as my bloodshot mind
Am                  C
I got hungry and my chakras cried

While my ego died, here we go it’s time
G                  F
When I die I’ll be here for longer
                  E
What kills me also makes me stronger
Am           C
Ayahuasca’s purge resurging

Psilocybin, curl up whirling
G       F                  E
LSD and DMT and serotonin chemistry
Am                   C
Magazines of all my dopamine

My kundalini is cueing me
G                 F
Here I am, I said take me out
               G
Here I am, now take me out

Chorus:
Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything

Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything

Verse:
Am                C
While I expand my scope of relevance

My mind flies towards my pink elephants
G                   F
Elements settle and meddle

Towards everything
                     G
Telling me anything, don’t and can’t
Am               C
Shaman drama and marijuana, Solomon, Karma

That’s my Dharma
G                 F
Brahma bottled up into Nirvana
                   G
Just a few hundred micrograms
Am                   C
Release and cheat to retreat this sequence

Defense demons screaming "heathen!"
G                        F
Turned to be learned and burned at the stake
                    G
Rotting in hell for heaven’s sake
Am
Losing my mind
               C
‘cause there’s nothing to find

Losing my mind

‘cause there’s nothing to find
G
Losing my mind
                     F
‘cause there’s nothing to find

Losing my mind
                                E
‘cause there’s nothing to find

What if the death rattle is a
                            Am
Chuckle at the cosmic joke?

Instrumental:
   C  G  E  Am  C  G  E  Am  C  G  E  Am  C
   G  E  Am  C  G  E

Verse:
Am                 C
One big one that I won while I’m under

Stunned by a wonder, have some fun, sir
G                         F
These men see my freedom as disease
E                Am
I’m at ease and easy to please
                C
When I freeze I reach for the treatment

Tripped to the top and trapped my treason
G                F
This is me but I see no reason
G                    Am
For these legions in my cerebrum

Losing my mind
                         C
‘cause there’s nothing to find

No great truth or far beyond
G                     F
Using up time on this one design
                    E
No way through this human bond
Am
It seems to me I orchestrate
C
My own inevitable fate
G                 F
It seems to me I orchestrate
                  G
My own inevitable fate

Chorus:
Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything

Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything
Am     C      G       E
Woahhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Am                  C
He made me one with everything
    G                     E
Yeah, he made me one with everything

Am                 C
My best friend was a Zen Master
G                  E
He grew up to be a hot dog vendor
Am                      C
And he made me one with everything
G                   E
He made me one with everything
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