Kali Is Just My Middle Name Since you came down the mountain things haven't been the same And it isn't just the hairstyle or your new Jamaican name I guess you're into camping now, and women who don't bathe And folk songs about nothing and saying "namaste" all damn day I'm at the end of my rope I'm parked at the end of your road I know it's the end of us I suppose it's the end of days Seems like fire season starts ealier every year Your eastern religions should help you understand A girl like me just wasn't made for sleeping in a van I knew someday you'd grow a beard and live out in the wild And leave me for the sky and leaves, I knew you would, you filthy halfwit child Your tent's at the end of the trail Darkness descends on the park I'll wait 'till the end of the night I suppose it's the end of days Seems like fire season starts ealier every year You believe in the universe, well I'm putting my faith into twenty years of fuel load and dry prevailing winds When I drove out of the canyon, music blasting loud Three pillars of bluish smoke were rising up, mating with the clouds The fire of a thousand suns Bursts into the sky as one Now I am become Death The shatterer of worlds