Well I keep on walking sideways up and down a hill
Roll yourself a joint, give yourself a thrill
Talking to a guru on the hotline
Raise your hands and feets but speak an open mind
Well I'm tied up and golden and moving on with speed
The lips will read a warning but I've got no time to heed
Doctor's warning, people crowding trying hard to see
That flat metallic object in the crosshair over me
Ahhh, it's a space god
Well the psychedelic color's making thunder in my brain
Chewing on my body and feeling half insane
Ain't no time now for wishing and hoping
When one eye's closed, the other's two feet open
Ahhh
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