Verse One:

Do you hear police coming or is it just me bugging?

Doug keeps shrugging and saying he sees nothing

I disagree, fuck him, I'm hiding the trees up in

The green oven, like what if the D's bust in?

Then Doug buts in, "What did you eat, cousin?"

You mean mugging each muffin, Steve bugging each of them

Speaking to sheep, had 'em begrudging cheap mutton

What the fuck? Is this shit supposed to mean something?

I don't know if suppose to, I'm on a roller coaster

Staring at Hall & Oates poster

Thinking about a lonely poacher in Nova Scotia

I know they coming, sofa hold me closer

Chrous:

Shhh! Everybody calm down

Don't be alarmed if you don't know where you are now

Beyond gone, ain't no wonder why you want out

Be strong, pal, won't be long 'til you calm down

Verse two:

I'm under the bed, puffing on a blunt to the head

I wonder if I'm dead, I summon one of my friends

Then I found myself running from Fred, who filled his stomach with meds

Found a vein and then cut it to shreds

Fuck it, I fled, no discourse with a corpse

I consort but my cohort offers support

We report to the fort that we forged on the porch

Had a ??? ??? shorty escort me of course

Transports me to Mort and he morph to a torch

The floorboards warped, distorted the light source

Mark's all out of sorts, saying George got lost

Of course, he snorts more than fucking Scott Storch

It's a bad mix, ask Chris, spazzed on his last trip

Laughed as he smashed every glass in the cabinet

You fascist, I'll grab the last tab from Travis

Just let me bask in the vastness of acid and

Chorus

Hook:

I feel it size me up, time is resigned as I find a Dutch

I wish I could define what my mind constructs

But if I tried to describe, it would rise unjust

Verse three:

There's no reality, gradually I'll travel out the galaxy

With valory, normality's a fallacy

I leave my body because it believes in gravity

See my anatomy? My soul was pulled from outta me

You had to be there, Droseph beware!

There's no clean air, man, don't breathe here

I seem so deserted but please don't disturb it

My ego was murdered, ??? convergence

But the scene's intervened, Dean seems to believe Steve's a machine

Christine screams as she heaves on her jeans

Ain't the police, it's just me

I plead, can't we just

Chorus