My mom stepped on my soul,
She did that with her rusty,
Old, dirty orange Timberlands.

The soul was now on the bottom,
The bottom of that ugly boot,
Old dirty orange Timberland.

She walked on the sidewalk,
With that old ugly boot,
And that ugly boot did a bad thing.

The boot has gum on my soul,
Which is on that ugly old boot,
Trapped till a miracle comes.

My mom threw it out,
That ugly old boot,
Is now on the ground.

What is that bird doing their,
Next to that old ugly boot,
Eating the gum off that boot.

This was a bad choice for,
The bird was choking,
on that gum with my soul.

That bird had died,
And got swept to the sewer.
Where it floats along.

It floats along that brown,
That green, that dirty sewage,
For that curious little rat.

That small rat came up,
It ate the bird which had my soul.
Now my soul is in the rat.

My soul was angry,
Oh yes it was so it turned,
It turned that little rat into a huge one.

My scared soul is in the giant,
The giant rat that eats china,
And all of its rice and noodles.

While eating china,
Vietnam gets squished by,
Its big fat ass that smells like crap.

My soul tells the big rat,
Together we may,
Together we can take over the world.

While the big ass rat laughs,
Its belly shakes and Canada,
Oh Canada complains of earthquakes.

Canada Thinks real hard,
We must do something,
They put poison in a pie.

Right before that rats mouth,
Touches the great pie,
He sneazes because he is allergic.

Who would have thought,
And he sneezes out my soul,
Yes my soul flies out of its pink nose.

Oh no my soul has floan,
Deep into outer space,
Where there is no gravity.

What’s that as my soul.
Bumps into that hideous alien,
My horrible teacher is alive.

With no stutter or a blink,
The teacher yes the teacher,
Kicks my soul to the curb on a strange planet.
 
My soul is trapped in a strange planet,
Where no one speaks but stares.
Look over there I could not believe my eyes.

An evil enemy that was once my friend,
My soul is tossed into the river of madness,
By whom other than that stranger that was my best friend.

My soul is being tossed and hurt,
Back and forth again and again,
My soul must survive.

This river slows down,
It leads my soul to dark woods,
My soul is scared and unwanted.

All these peaking eyes staring,
Staring at and through my soul,
Nothing can save me now.

Is it just my soul or does it see,
Yes it sees a purple chicken,
I tell yet no one believes me.

The chicken looks at my soul,
The chicken spits at my soul,
Then it walks across the road.

Why does the chicken cross the road,
I wouldn’t know but I wish I could,
No one sadly will ever know. . .