(Your nervous system, your nervous system). (Underground medicine, underground medicine). . A spark inside. (Traverse up my hide). And when it clicks.
Everybody likes me. They think I'm crazy. Pull my string and I do my thing.. . Two steps back. I don't need the acid factories. I've got mushrooms in the fields.
I'm searching for the now. I'm looking for the real thing, yeah. . Head through a blue haze. Waiting for the musical craze. We gotta taxi for Mr. Nelson.
I was in a sleeping dream. When a policeman brought my mother home. By the window I didn't scream. I was too old for that. . I was in a drunken dream.