[Verse 1]
Callus his heel and long ago
A chance for you to soul train low
The poets of ears, the fleshy goat
Can lurch souls within the snow a steel coat

[Verse 2]
A melting snail, the kind of thing
That he once knew but I don't see you
The way you see me
And I don't leave you
The way you try me
I leave it up to time
And will you buy mine, the last of line
The Asian bottle in the drawer
The Asian bottle in the drawer

[Chorus]
The qualifying
The qualifying
The qualifying
The qualifying
Oh, the qualifying
Oh, oh, oh, oh