Went to see the cavern
All I saw was a hole in the ground
Went to see the mountain
All I saw was some gigantic mound
I guess it's all a question of mystique

Smoked some inspiration
All I did was doodle on a page
Dreamed I was a lion
All I did was pace around my cage
I guess it's all a question of mystique

Coca-Cola tasted sweeter
On my virgin tongue
Making love was all that mattered
Seventeen years young
Innocence was ignorance
And ignorance was bliss
'Til they whispered in my ear
And killed me with a kiss

Yes, I made my own bed
Yes, I'd have to be a fool to bitch
But in my opinion
Foolery's a more rewarding niche
I guess it's all a question of mystique