Spin
A melody, it comes to me
Words I've never seen in my head
A soup of hieroglyphs runs through my veins
Forms green angel wings
Now and then
My head's a spin
Now and then
The nods come over you
Still crazy
Turn it up!
Still crazy
A magic carpet stitched with dice
For a psychic with grey mice
You're up and then your down
Death turns tricks out all night
Now and then
My head's a spin
Now and then
The nods come over you
Still crazy
Turn it up!
Still crazy
Give me something that is real
Give me just another pill
A melody, it comes to me
Words I've never seen in my head
A soup of hieroglyphs runs through my veins
Forms green angel wings
Now and then
My head's a spin
Now and then
The nods come over you
Still crazy
Turn it up!
Still racing