Look at my shit
Isn't it neat?
Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?
Wouldn't you think I'm the plug
The plug that have ev'rything?
Look at this stash
the labels are peeled
How many wonders can one lock box hold?
Lookin' to trip balls you'd think
(Fasho) he's got everything
I've got acid, and mushrooms, and salvia,
I've got mescaline and 2cb galore
You want 5-meo-DMT?
(I got toad venom)
But who cares?
No big deal
I want hos!
I want to be where the bitches are
I want to see
want to see 'em dancin'
Strippin' around on those
(Whad'ya call 'em?) oh - poles
Trippin' your ass off won't get you a girl
Moneys required for clubbin', dancin'
I'm strollin' along down a
(Where am I at again?) the street
Up went my lunch
look out for that truck
think I will stare all day at the sun
Wanderin' free
Wish I didn't take
Part of that tab
What would I give
If I could have
a glass of water?
What would I pay
To spend all day
down on the ground?
Bet my old man
don’t understand
Bet you don't see the crazy colors
Closed eye visions
Sick o' trippin'
Ready for normal
And I'm ready to go to work in a few
Tried to call in
And I got my answer
You wanna get fired? and how 'd he say it?
(What's the word?) NO!
Where is my turn?
Wouldn't ya know,
Gettin' pulled into that saucer above
Into the Nexus
Wish I didn't take
Part of that tab