***, drugs, and rock and roll
Keep out an eye for the pesky patrol
Pack your shoes and pack a bowl
Let’s pretend once more that I have a soul

I’m always up so I never come down
Curse the yuppies taking over this town
Laugh as the ceiling becomes part of the ground
And my skin turns into a greyish brown

My mind needs no cultivation
Nothing is worth the contemplation
Phony love, pills, and radio stations
Are all I need in this civilization

Come on, join the dark side
Lose yourself and line your eyes
Empty your head and fill it with lies
Of our fabricated, forced uniqueness enterprise