The leaves to the tree
And the tree to the roots
And the roots to the ground
And the ground to the sky
Sky to the smoke that I blow up high
Got the idea, now I'll show her how to fly
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Woo, woo
Front to the back
And the east to the west
And the most to the worst
And the least to the best
Needs to the wants and the rose to the weeds
If I hadn't met sour I'd have never known sweet