Crush it up,
Roll a dollar,
Breath it in,
See things.

The oriental rug is swirling,
my head follows it,
the pattern is spinning,
so is my brain.

Jimi is talking to me,
his mouth is moving from the wall,
I swear I could hear him,
I swore he said something...

Crush another,
Find the dollar,
Stop falling,
Smell the powder.

The paintings are dancing,
the black light brings them out,
I can't see straight now,
But I know I feel alright.