Hang Up

Come on over

Said the tripper to the Gauth

Ul-Azam was the Gauth

Cotton wool dede

Master of masters

I tell you dede

From the divers near

Down in deep

I clocked all of you

To a place so fond

Where there even angels are allowed

Where even angels are allowed

Hagia Sophia

And you are the Ahmad too

And you are the Jesus, the Moses

The Ahmad too

"Yeah." says the Gauth

"True." says the Hu

"Hang up -

- Hang up the phone and come on over"

Down in deep

I clocked all of you

To a place do fond

Where there even angels are allowed

Where even angels are allowed

Hagia Sophia

If the truth be told

What the tripper saw

His lessons was to meet

To withdraw the devils gun there

"You've been dragging yourself through a thorn

bush with no clothes on -

-Through a thorn bush with no clothes on"

Hanging up the phone, hanging up the phone

Hanging up the phone come over home

I tell you master

You!

Hang up the phone

Hagia Sophia

Hang up the phone and come on over