Guru

It’s swirling round my head
Everything that you said
Espoucing mysticism
And transcendentalism
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru
Your Guru
He dresses like a sheik
But lives in Heywardss Heath
Selling you his saffron lies
While sleeping with all your wives
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru
Your Guru
He says your aura’s too faded
That science is just too jaded
He wants a million for a shrine
He says what’s yours is mine… is mine
Collecting big fat checks
From all you spiritual wrecks
Saving wealthy souls
While driving his paisley Rolls
What you gonna do when the truth kills your Guru
Your Guru