Blowing up Your Mind (Remastered)

Hey acid-head, what's goin' on? It's Saturday night - you'll be up till dawn So put on your make-up babe, and shave those legs Are you wearing your silk stockings tonight? How about a hat? What's that white stuff sticking under your nose? Is it powder or is it pure coke? What's the matter, you look so confused I suppose it's all part of the drugs you use Your lipstick shines, it's red like blood I can see paranoia creeping up your butt You dance all night in your lowcut dress Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Hey acid-head, what's in your purse? You got so many pills, you could be a nurse And you drink too much, you act like a pig If I did all that, I'd be feeling real sick But the night is young and you're flying high You dance with the devil, not afraid to die You never say no when given a gram White stuff, sniff it up, you don't give a damn You're all screwed up, but you say that you're fine Speed, coke and heroin are blowin' your mind You dance all night in your lowcut dress Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Hey acid-head, what's goin' on? It's Saturday night - you'll be up till dawn So put on your make-up babe, and shave those legs Are you wearing your silk stockings tonight? How about a hat? But the night is young and you're flying high You dance with the devil, not afraid to die You never say no when given a gram White stuff, sniff it up, you don't give a damn You're all screwed up, but you say that you're fine Speed, coke and heroin are blowin' your mind You dance all night in your lowcut dress Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Yes, you're blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Blowing up your mind Mind, mind, mind