waiting for the light under water
could not get emotional fodder

pickles on my left side
tickling my right mind
trickling down my thigh
drying when the sun's high

call on me for free

oh you wanna talk to god?
so you wanna talk to god.

he's the guy, he's the guy, he's the guy
at your window looking in
block the moon, block the view, start anew
watch the space above your chin

go ahead, let the questions out
all the answers are within

I sprinkle pickle juice on my sandwiches for the flavor
it's a step, it's a step major
it's a step, I'm no stranger to this flavor
I dip my fingers then I flick, flick, flick, flick, flick
it's a major step up, it's a step major

call on me for free
step major

pickles on my left side
tickling my right mind
trickling down my thigh
drying when the sun's high

oh you wanna talk to god?
so you wanna talk to god.