I'm running away and your invited
There's no place I'd rather be
then witnessing the three legged wheel chair race
In a city on anti-gravity
made of candy corn and completely empty space.
The only way to get there is fly,
I have extra dragon fly wings
If you wish to travel,
Trash cans and streetlights and drumsticks
Provided, Please bring your own oboe.
If you don't like candy corn,
Licorice as substitute,
If you don't like licorice,
Steamed beets. beats! betes?
If your afraid of heights,
Giant cobwebs to catch you,
If your afraid of spiders,
They're fluent in five languages,
Portuguese, French, Spider, Spanish, and Anglo-Saxon
So you can reason.
If your afraid of reasoning,
No worries because there will be none of that where we land.
Make-out closets, sing-alongs,
Salad tongs, oriental gongs,
custom glass bongs, king kong,
So find yourself a funny suit,
Or hand-me-downs,
Or lingerie,
Or masks and mardi gras beads (respectfully earned),
Or loin cloths,
Or nothing at all (i do love a good nothing)
And I'll come clad in my purple tattered tutu,
Leg warmers, slut underwear, sweater cardigan,
and bullshit to boot
(the unhurtful fun kind),
And when our non-realities run out we can
Create new ones.
Because I'm fed up on the one
My childhood and history teachers spoon fed me.
And i'm nothing like Peter Pan but i'll never never
Lose my counterculture ideology or
Forget about the love revolution or
Hate godforsaken rock n' roll.
So i'm covering myself in paint
Rolling on my past lives which I'll use as a canvass,
I'm going swing on lianas in our disintergrating rainforest,
Until I realize "it" has nothing to do with tarzan.
I'll meditate with the guy holding a sign
That says "veteran" under a freeway exit.
Until he has a nam flashback, freaksout, and cracks my back,
So I have an acid flashback and
We both trip out on existance for a while.
Then I'm going to defy my parents a little
Take 31 ativan pills I diligently counted,
Ride in a ambulance to come to in a psychiatric ward,
again,
Have an arousing fight with another defiant teenager,
Convincing eachother which one of us is God,
Answer:both.
I'll have a senior citizen and doctor convinced
"I'm lucky to have my life".
And then I'm staying right where I fucking am,
Because that's my only chance
at really getting away.
So if anyone needs me I'll be
On top of a pyramid stacked upside down on
Another pyramid, smoking cigarettes,
Wishing I was a dinosaur,
Not being lonely because I have imaginary friends,
Waiting for the apocalypse
I wisely prophesized when I was out of my mind.
Worshipping love.
Anyone care to join me?
then witnessing the three legged wheel chair race
In a city on anti-gravity
made of candy corn and completely empty space.
The only way to get there is fly,
I have extra dragon fly wings
If you wish to travel,
Trash cans and streetlights and drumsticks
Provided, Please bring your own oboe.
If you don't like candy corn,
Licorice as substitute,
If you don't like licorice,
Steamed beets. beats! betes?
If your afraid of heights,
Giant cobwebs to catch you,
If your afraid of spiders,
They're fluent in five languages,
Portuguese, French, Spider, Spanish, and Anglo-Saxon
So you can reason.
If your afraid of reasoning,
No worries because there will be none of that where we land.
Make-out closets, sing-alongs,
Salad tongs, oriental gongs,
custom glass bongs, king kong,
So find yourself a funny suit,
Or hand-me-downs,
Or lingerie,
Or masks and mardi gras beads (respectfully earned),
Or loin cloths,
Or nothing at all (i do love a good nothing)
And I'll come clad in my purple tattered tutu,
Leg warmers, slut underwear, sweater cardigan,
and bullshit to boot
(the unhurtful fun kind),
And when our non-realities run out we can
Create new ones.
Because I'm fed up on the one
My childhood and history teachers spoon fed me.
And i'm nothing like Peter Pan but i'll never never
Lose my counterculture ideology or
Forget about the love revolution or
Hate godforsaken rock n' roll.
So i'm covering myself in paint
Rolling on my past lives which I'll use as a canvass,
I'm going swing on lianas in our disintergrating rainforest,
Until I realize "it" has nothing to do with tarzan.
I'll meditate with the guy holding a sign
That says "veteran" under a freeway exit.
Until he has a nam flashback, freaksout, and cracks my back,
So I have an acid flashback and
We both trip out on existance for a while.
Then I'm going to defy my parents a little
Take 31 ativan pills I diligently counted,
Ride in a ambulance to come to in a psychiatric ward,
again,
Have an arousing fight with another defiant teenager,
Convincing eachother which one of us is God,
Answer:both.
I'll have a senior citizen and doctor convinced
"I'm lucky to have my life".
And then I'm staying right where I fucking am,
Because that's my only chance
at really getting away.
So if anyone needs me I'll be
On top of a pyramid stacked upside down on
Another pyramid, smoking cigarettes,
Wishing I was a dinosaur,
Not being lonely because I have imaginary friends,
Waiting for the apocalypse
I wisely prophesized when I was out of my mind.
Worshipping love.
Anyone care to join me?