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, 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 sex in the bathroom
We wanted to do it
But never had the balls
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 !!