 (speaking)
See I thing drugs have done good things for us, I really do.
And if you don't believe that drugs have done good things for us, do me a favor.
Go home tonight, take all your albums,
all your tapes, all your cds and burn them.
Cause all the musicians that made that great music that has enhanced your lives throught the years,
real fucking high on drugs!
Dreaming of that face again.
it's bright and blue and shimmering.
Grinning wide and
Comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumbling
Down that hole and back again
Rising up and wiping the
webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In..Out..In..Out..In..Out
A child's rhyme stuck in my head
It said that life is but a dream
I've spent so many years in question
To find i've known this all along.
So good to see you
I've missed you so much.
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running?
Shroud-ing all the ground around me
Is this holy crow above me.
Black as holes within a memory
and blue as our new second sun.
I stick my hand into his shadow
To pull the pieces from the sand.
Which I attempt to reassemble
To see just who I might have been.
I do not recognize the vessel,
but the eyes seem so familiar.
Like phosphorescent desert buttons
Singing one familiar song....
So good to see you.
I've missed you so much,
So glad it's over.
I've missed you so much.
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Came out to watch you play.
Why are you running away?
Prying open my third eye.(x4)
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding.
You thought that I had run away.
Chasing the tail of a dogma
Opened my eye
Opened my eye
Opened my eye....and there we were.
So good to see you once again.
I thought that you were hiding from me.
And you thought that I had run away.
Chasing the trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye.(x10)
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