Allow the ebb, ride the flow
With nowhere to go and everywhere
To be or not to be is answered because Hamlet
Is dead in his little sleep
And William may not be the true Shakespeare
The only ones who now the truth are Adam and Eve
Who reside in a beachfront mansion
In the region of Heaven tanning their physiques
With a perfect sun shining up like the sun
Below Earth in Hell with nowhere to go
Allowing the ebb, riding the flow