Get Off My Cloud (feat. Sienna Chandler)

Each quick flash of thought in your head Is a NASCAR sponsored by existential dread The cokeheads are stoked, except when they're not high The hippies aren't happy and the punks wanna die You wanna make me cry but I don't wanna feel You wanna help me out but I don't wanna heal You can see my fucking bones 'cause I don't eat my meal Baby I am Brian Jones, I just wanna keep it real so Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud And every single band disappears into the crowd That's right I disassociate with half a gram of hash hits Rip the meat off your bones with voyeuristic detachment In your caverns of denial, where thoughts aren't even flash-lit To the trailer park your ego crashed in, your whole head is ratchet Superstar, just swimming in the pool I'm underneath the water and I'm looking up at you I can hear the angels calling and they say it's time to leave I've got my own private cloud and none of y'all can bug me now Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud And every single band disappears into the crowd Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud And every single band disappears into the crowd Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud It's overpopulated, dirty and loud And every single band disappears into the crowd