I live in tangerine dreams Tripping on acid with Lucy and her diamonds in the sky
Shh, listen as the vinyl is ripped backwards Warped demonic voices echo through our tranced souls We have all done it
Studio 54,Β Β New York City, 1971 Dancing half naked, sweat drenched men Grinding upon every inch of their manhood Lines of coke snorted off the mirror fueled by alcohol induced *** in the bathroom We wanted to do it But never had the *****
Never take this tangerine dream away from me Let me eat the clouds, let it taste like cotton candy Let it stick to my fingers , as I try to lick the sugar molecules off every one of my digits I know everyone has done that
I hear Bowie in the background, the spiders came from Mars and ate my soul and it didn't hurt Do you know The Man who sold the world? I don't !!