Take a shower once in a while. Pick your teeth at least once a week. A little floss improves your smile. Wash your clothes before they stink. Cleanliness next to godliness, that's why you don't pee in the sink. Though you sometimes might ignore it, wash yourself; we'll thank you for it. When you wash the cups, Clean deep inside. You might find all manner of grime That'll make your gut commit suicide. When you clean the plates, Look underneath: Fingerprints that will make you wince of slimy crumbs and rancid grease. Sometimes the things we put in our mouth make our inner system go south. Chorus: Tilos healed his mother with therapeutic herbs. _Asclepius rid the body of its germs Epione provided care that everyone needed. Who estimates our carelessness is just a bad idea? Hygeia! Wash your hands. Don't touch your face. Don't pick your nose, don't suck your toes, Don't sneeze or cough all over the place Wear a mask. Try not to fart. Don't sit too near, don't share your beer, Make sure you stand six feet apart. We all connect with the other one. Sometimes it's through the air in our lungs. Chorus: If you're wondering, "What gets rid of this bug?", Scientists are working on a wonder drug. Penicillin was the cure that everyone needed. Who sees our fear of science as one big bad idea? Hygeia! Solo Brush your hair Comb your teeth Sing a song while you clean the john Disinfect what lies beneath. When you walk the dog Pick up the crap A toddler's step might land in the mess Cutie-pie has a filthy mishap Then go on to wonder why you have the power to make us die. Chorus: There's something real disgusting coming from upriver that'll get in your well, and make you smell, and make you ache and shiver. Who knew that cleaner water would get cholera defeated, that London's waterworks were such a naff idea? Hygeia!

Chiron is out, collecting herbs for people's healing. He finds them in pastures growing inside fetid cowpats. But his students are disgusted and will not go to help him, but there's one who lends a hand, who's named, Asclepius. Chiron is out, collecting chords for his disciples. He finds them and combines them to create the sweetest music. His students say they are chimera, figments of imagination, but Melpomene cries at the tragic sound of bliss. Chorus: Chiron is a monster, but he's also a healer. He's wild, and he's cruel, but he's also a teacher. Get past his wrath, he's a great physician. Get past his roar, you'll hear he's a musician. Chiron is out collecting laughter for the masses. He finds it in pubs and clubs and playgrounds full of children. His students are too cool and full of self importance. except for Thalia, who thinks it's hilarious. Chorus Chiron scoops up Terpsichore and breaks into a song. They get the collective dancing, as the mood spreads through the throng. He dances on his four legs and she on her two. It's really quite amazing what those six legs can do. solo Chiron is out collecting poison for Heracles who dips his arrows in it and shoots them at his enemies. But Chiron has an accident and drops one on his left hoof. 'Though he rubs it with herbs, his fate is still precarious. Chorus Chiron is out.

Echo shuts the door of her apartment. She goes down to the park to see if he is there. She loves the trees, the green, But he is nowhere to be seen. She values things for which he doesn’t care. She says, “He is so beautiful, and I’m tongue-tied, But I must try, or he will never talk to me.” Just a glimpse of his face Makes her heart start to race, But her tender heart was never something he could see. Echo longs to tell him how she loves him, And he can’t see the world beyond his face. The less she says, the more she dies. There is so much he doesn’t realize. He’ll never be whole until he loves Echo. She walks into town looking for her beloved. Her eyes roam the crowd, scanning for his head. She finds him in a café, But she can’t find words to say. She can only repeat what he’s already said Chorus Verse 3: Echo goes to hide in her apartment. She can’t stand the shame of his rebuff. She has so much pain inside, And he’s oblivious to her cries. All the comfort in the world is not enough.

He walks past the storefront with all its worldly wares; He’s immune to the young things, their glances and their stares. He looks in the window, and they think he’s found a prize, But he’s admiring his image and the beauty of his eyes. Chorus: Like a Greek god, he is fickle and capricious. Like a serpent, he is cunning and malicious. Like a Centaur, he’s an egocentric hedonist. He’s his own best devotee; he’s a narcissist. His love and understanding are things you’ll never earn. If you give him your affection, you’ll get nothing in return. He’s the queen of the hive; he’s an over-pampered drone. He finds his favorite companion when he finds himself alone. Chorus Capable of cruelty, immune to pangs of guilt, He finds his amusement in words that make you wilt. He’s the center of creation; around him revolves the sun. He is cannot see the beauty of when the many become one.

You'd be surprised when you end up here, and you notice who's around. You'll see the shadow version of what you find aboveground. Asclepius is here; he got too good at healing. Zeus had to dispatch him to balance the population. Chorus: Creeps and politicians, we're all alike here: Caesars and musicians, regal next to weird. As above, not so below, gods sit next to louts. Unless something good blows through this town, there's no way to get out. No food like figs from up above, nor anything delicious, just marrow of swine, and cockroach eggs, and innards of ratfishes. Achilles was surprised; he thought he'd died a hero; once a king, he's lost his will and grieves, drinking blood with Nero. Chorus Our one consolation is the waters of Lethe; they taste like mud and mold and make you feel queasy. You forget the joys and loves you've left behind as a blanket of nothingness clouds over your mind We have our rules and rituals; our spirits restlessly roam. But a man who sees without his eyes can help you find your way home. Orpheus came down one time but made it out again. I was sad to see him go; even Hades likes a song now and then. Chorus

I give you death, but I also give liberation. Before I restore, I got to tear down civilization. And now I butt back in I see the way you've sinned I send you raging wind tear down begin again You're making me irritated, giving me a depression. I'm trying to teach you but you cannot seem to learn the lesson. I don't care, just go away. don't want you here, I send you a plague. I send the fires of hell to burn the land, yourselves, cremate the outer shell to end your folly. You think your books make you smart; you love your music and art, but I blow your world apart. Just call me Kali. The biggest reason you're alive is 'cause you take the life of other beings. Even a tomato loses all its precious little seedlings. You take the life of some living thing; You eat what you can, but I eat everything. I send the fires of hell to burn the land, yourselves, cremate the outer shell to end your folly. You think your hair looks good. You wear the clothes you should. But you haven't understood the way of Kali. Don't apologize; just go away. Even if you do, I squash you anyway. I send you famine and flood You'll be awash with blood. But I renew the face of earth to give it second birth a thing of dubious worth another chance, new circumstance. Is this your ideation of what you call civilization? You take pride in the creation of your governments, states, and nations, but no one is worth more than another. A stranger to you is somebody's brother. I send the fires of hell to burn the land, yourselves, cremate the outer shell to end your folly. I see technology I see your military, But you can't see me and the way of Kali. Embrace me, and you come to accept the tragedy and truth of this life. The more you accept that your death is inevitable, the less you fear it.