Papa Distant Cousin says the answer's in the tea
He has a special little ladder and a special fee for me
Bronze will get you breathing, Silver helps you see
Gold will make you golden, Inner Circle sets you free

I found him by a mushroom with a robe made out of leaves
He said the world is full of people who don't know what to believe
He offered me a candle and a handwritten decree
Then he charged me extra money for the privilege of being me
He spoke about alignment with a smile that wouldn't stop
He said the truth was waiting at the top of one more shop
I asked him if the truth was free and he said, "Of course it is"
Then he sold me all the packaging and called the package bliss

Papa Distant Cousin says the answer's in the tea
He has a special little ladder and a special fee for me
Bronze will get you breathing, Silver helps you see
Gold will make you golden, Inner Circle sets you free

The sitar hums behind him like a secret from the past
He says that every moment is a lesson meant to last
He says that doubt is weakness and that questions are a test
Then he takes another payment while he tells me I'm the best
I ask him where the ladder goes and he points into the sky
I ask him how to reach it and he says, "Just buy and buy"
The forest keeps on nodding as the echoes drift away
And the guru's little register is open every day

Maybe wisdom isn't something you can buy in any tier
Maybe truth is just a sentence that you say when you are clear
Maybe all the golden promises are dressed up in a robe
Maybe enlightenment is noticing the salesman owns the globe

Papa Distant Cousin says the answer's in the tea
But the tea is just a teabag and the cup belongs to me
Bronze and Silver, Gold and Inner Circle set me free
I walked away without the ladder and the truth came naturally