I got a freeway in mind, let go of my head

Walk down my line, better be sure you'll be dead

I got a trumpet, I know where to dump it

I'm glad that you came if the sound is the same

Sometimes my reckless ways shock my self system for days

Now I'm channelling my faze in an anacin haze

But it ain't gonna do me in, I know when to dump it

A hole in my way again, I'll surely just jump it

There was a kid in a tree among the birds and the bees

Between beehive and bird nest and I think you know the rest

He wanted to be free with them, but they weren't believing

Pecking and stinging him till he wasn't breathing

But it ain't gonna do him in, he'll just go to heaven

Not done just a dreamer of ten or eleven

I've got a freeway in mind, let go of my head

Walk down my line, better be sure you'll be dead

I got a trumpet, I know where to dump it