you're a long way from heaven and your headed the wrong way but i'm in no
hurry and your invited to stay soak yourself in sacred oils some things we
do we don't have to say and talk of the good life is the last thing on our
minds. i'm trippin' out again gotta give up the ghost again. and we talk
of bad thing and we drink to bad dreams cause the cars are already crashed
flown off the bridge like bats star gazing out broken windows become part of
a ditch turn into angelic dust fly away like a witch. i'm trippin' out
again gotta give up the ghost again. now the hours are slipping by into
another day time to hide from the outside the fires outside aren't going
away let the flames shoot as high as i'm feeling today and nothing can put
me out it's already been trie