Ween - Transitions Lyrics

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the
Grip of the morning sun
The creosote that erodes all the odors that
Lie dormant when the day is done
Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you
Back to the dimension that's just begun
Riding the crest of the communion to a union
Harry Truman is the holy son and he says

Got aesthetic universal saturation in the
Grip of the morning sun
The creosote that erodes all the odors that
Lie dormant when the day is done
Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you
Back to the dimension that's just begun
Riding the crest of the
Communion it's a union
Harry Truman is the holy son and he says