| In my youth I took a trip
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| My first initial acid trip
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| And it hit me like a ton of bricks
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| My eyes they quickly dialated
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| I began hallucinating
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| At the tender age of seventeen
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| As I watched the TV
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| My dog speaking to me
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| Telling me I’m going insane
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| I recall a scene it’s halloween
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| And I am dressed as a drag queen
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| Peaking to the point of no return
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| I met a man I shook his hand
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| He spoke I could not understand
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| He was covered with flies and afterbirth
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| The mandrills were singing
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| The bees they were stinging
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| As pink flamingos laid dead on the ground
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| I am the witness
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| I am Mohammed
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| I am the elephant man
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| These are strange days
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| Beautifully chaotic
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| In a burning metropolis
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| Tuning in and dropping out
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| Dancing Buddhas twist and shout
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| Buddhatomic Christ is love
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| Who resurrects the flower head
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| Cherishing the subtleties
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| Illusion is reality
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| Swimming the electric ocean
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| Souls at rest were set in motion
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| Martians perform autopsies
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| On cattle anal cavities
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| Frontal lobe lobotomies
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| Electric shocking chimpanzees
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| This cause of sorrow is desire
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| Ego fuels the selfish fire
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| Illusion is reality
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| Quantum sychronicity
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| The mandrills were singing
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| The bees they were stinging
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| As pink flamingos lay dead on the ground
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| Visions so clearly
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| Of Timothy Leary
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| The godfather of the movement
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| I am the witness
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| I am Mohammed
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| I am the elephant man
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| These are strange days
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| Beautifully chaotic
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| In a burning metropolis |