Fun With Drugs

Oh, God

Did you eat all this acid?

That's right, music

This is not a good town for psychedelic drugs

Extremely menacing vibrations are all around us

This place is getting to me

I think I'm getting the fear

We had two bags of grass, 75 pellets of mescaline

Five sheets of high-powered blotter acid

A salt shaker half full of cocaine, a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers

Downers, screamers, laughers, also a quart of tequila

A quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls

Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin

The fluctuating light that comes from within

Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain

Falling on the floor as you wince in pain

Total loss of all basic motor skills

Blurred vision, no balance, numb tongue

The mind recoils in horror

Unable to communicate with the spinal column

Which is interesting, because you can actually watch yourself behaving in this terrible way

Try to escape, but there's nowhere left to run to

I see you fall again on your face

Never mind this horrid disgrace

I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you

I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you

The acid had shifted gears on him

The next phase would probably be one of those hellishly intense introspective nightmares

Four hours or so of catatonic despair

I decided to eat only half of the acid at first

But I spilled the rest on the sleeve of my red woven shirt

I see your skin is falling off your face and fall onto the floor

Time drips away from the world

And the time that you spent is an underworld

I cannot see, but I know you're sick

And I do not mind that you try anticipate about the world inside

And take some more and fry your mind

And a voice was screaming, "Holy Jesus, where are these goddamn animals?"

Sick distorted colors that stab into your skin

Five sheets of high-powered blotter acid

The fluctuating light that comes from within

Acid on the tongue goes straight through your brain

Falling on the floor as you wince in pain

I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you

I see you, I feel you, I know you, I own you

In your mind, in your place

In your sickness, in disgrace

In your mind, in your face

I know you never wanted this

One of the things you learn after years of dealing with drug people

Is that you can turn your back on a person, but never turn your back on a drug

Especially when it's waving a razor-sharp hunting knife in your eye