Crystals And Cash - Bleach

I search for the truth I find no luck

I search for solace in my friend the rock

And I have a friend on the telephone

A crystal and some cash and my tomorrow’s known

Cross my legs and I am one

With what I was or I am to become

And I have the stars and some pixie dust

Oh, and Elvis nights on Thursday and it’s a must

Have your every thought just possibly

Your ideals are a twisted philosophy

By a man in a suit who loves currency

Or a woman who is called instability