well i ve been sitting in the back seat of this car for half an hour and i m wondering if any of this is real trouble is i ate a pound of psychedelic mushrooms and now i m trying to decide if i should feel weird about the fact that both my friends who went and drove me to the burger king can tell that i m fucked up because their alligator faces leering at me from the front seat have that look of frightened deer in headlights locked hissing calm down that bitter taste s the drug and no you won t drown on spit so cool it swallow we ll be downtown now in just a couple minutes we don t have to talk until you re fine so now i m sitting on the curb amazed by traffic all the cars have rockets bolted to their roofs and reptile men driving wonder if the lights that spin atop these ambulances always looked as cool as they have been and no one can tell me calm down that bitter taste s their stares and no you won t drown on spit so cool it swallow take a breath sit tight for just a single minute we can talk again when they get lost then we ll sail as high as we wanna go none of you can tell us no or tell us that we ll fail cause we re too far gone to care and time goes way too slow let s pick up the pace and go double time this beat and wail no one rests until we re there well i guess we should worry a bit cause they ll lock us up if we can t learn to cool it we re having a party instead who cares if it s only inside of our heads we ve got mutants and angels and demons and rockets and killers obnoxious fuck you man i ve got this let s stay on this trip tell the world it don t know anything glad you re here to hang out