No More

Is there trouble in paradise?

I'll have a glass of bucky with some ice

And you try to talk it through

But you've forgotten all the words that you once knew

Anarchist community scene

A place I'd like to go cause they are living the dream

And west side and east side the compass is wrong

I thought that when we boarded that we did not belong

No more redeem, No more regret

Oh you'll get that in the form of credit card debt

And it was nice to have known you

But I really gotta think things through

Cause it's a psychedelic myth that you telling me

You think it's all about the smiths just wait until your free

Cause it's a psychedelic myth

Cause it's a psychedelic myth

The aura of a violent threat

You can feel it around but you can't see it yet

Are you holding me back or are you hanging me dry

Is it an easy decision, just why, why, why

Detest from it all

Your mind is floating around like a tennis ball

Ricocheting from wall to wall

What happens when theres no more room

Cause it's a psychedelic myth that you telling me

You think it's all about the smiths just wait until your free

Cause it's a psychedelic myth

Cause it's a psychedelic myth

Cause it's a psychedelic

Cause it's a psychedelic myth

Cause it's a psychedelic myth

Cause it's a psychedelic myth