What happened to the acid of our day
I am all but a morsal of reasoning
Who likes to send signals through the door
And onto the window but
I shouldnt be standing alone in a crowded bar
With nothing to say but self mind communication.
I've kicked ass at the mobile phone brewery
Said my piece
Dialed my own number in purple
I've been certain of another uncertainty
Why am I standing on the floor
When the feet dont exist
Is Tim a lier
Or does the markets blood flow
Into expansion of material
Not matter
Who makes this shit now
A preserver of universal star dates
Or the banker of neon wallets
Fuck driving the street in condemnation
Its not worth another dollar to the Shiek
In certain I dont need tequila
But now I have to for an excuse

Party down inside
Get true in the vibe
Its a long way to the picture now
The face is rubbed and gone

Chemicals and natural ideas ruled the city
After thousands of years of history
Man made the chemical
The tribe picked the idea
We're all in the ever rolling ocean
Whose waves bubble the beach
But some just slip back into oblivion
While others sink the teeth

We are getting it all wrong with vision gone
The true believers pay the price
While the factory hands that dont understand
Are keeping something which we all know
Thats the price for expansion now
A bad excuse for greed
I dont think I'll bother in this suburb now
The journey is all but gone

Natural like the rays on the first seventh
Is communication with no gain of dollar
For the minds of death and no door room dwellers
The forests beckon me
So do the fields
There is no city out there yet
Only the memory of an ancestor with eagle's eye

I've given up one or two chemicals
In this suburb
They only make me shit
I wouldnt mind if the floor flew
But shitting for money
Is a sad crap

Who makes this secretion now
Where did the idea go
If Hesse and Sidharta saw this
They would surely rewrite a book
Aldous and Hunter are safe from the bad blot
As long as they stick to the known colour
But dont come round to the market in need
Cause all love of perception
Has surrcomed to naivity And the mind with a hole called greed

The green grass rolled in fever
While a cow layed the way
4 bags and a pair of sunnies
4 pages and paintings sway
The fresh air with no polution
7 hours with no gas
6 days and lifetime feeling
Its all a no money stash
Pick
    the
	   free
	       free
		 hee
	  ahh
	hee
hee

Live and see thee
Life is ecstacy