A little bitty snack for Argus
And a snack for the creature in his hand
Wriggling through his fingers
And into the soul of man
Hastened by the sound of craving
He turns it to an energy form
Focused on the goal of pure soul
And leaving everyone in the dust

Call on mom
But call on Argus
Call on your inner pride
Leave them alone
To postulate their own framework
Freak out on the side of real man

Johnny had a bad hair color day
So he saw his artist extraordinaire
He dragged him along
And sang him a song
Flailing his arms in the air
Johnny sent his mind to Argus
Gingerly he agree
Once inside the mold of time
They're free to plant any seed

Call on mom
But call on Argus
Call on your inner pride
Leave them alone
To postulate their own framework
Freak out on the side of real man