Hairless monkeys with dark clothes on
Bare their plastic grins
Opium dreams of violent skies
And matching rubbish bins
The sidewalk's panes are rushing up
The sidewalk panes are beating me
Mushrooms have all grown up ten feet high
There's no such thing as a bad trip
When you're living a shadow
Every place that you visit
Projects familiar pain and strife
Skinless babies assert themselves
While hanging on the line
Click and buzz and perishing
Fruit clogs the sickly vine
The sidewalk's panes are rushing free
The sidewalk panes are beating me
Mushrooms have all grown up in my mind
There's no such thing as a bad trip
When you're living a shadow
Every place that you visit
Projects familiar pain and strife
Dragon skulls are breathing blood
Liquify my fluid eyes
The lizards are all gathering
To dance around the funeral pyre
The sidewalk's rushes are singing to me
The sidewalk's pain is mine all mine
Mushrooms have all drained out and they're dying