We took off at a quarter 'till nine
my lovers warm body still fresh in mind
I left all my worries a half a mile behind
All of my taxes have been checked and signed
The car began to boom and shake
driving through the desert like a rattler snake
and though this journy turns out to be fake
it's all my friends who taught me how to bake
Patterns of light dance before my eyes
funny green men and the polturguise
crusty old men with a monster disguies
this is one of the craziest highs
I fell asleep with the angel queen
the earth that's below me has started to lean
slippin' through the night real fast and mean
all my tables have been wiped clean
If you don't like what I've got to say
over your head this poem just may
fill my pockets with debts to pay
your life is constant child's play
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