While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound I`m on the run I`m on the wing Climb the selling when the walls are falling apart I`m the one to blame for everything
A substitute for God, a sacred muse The hell with it, it`s just a lame excuse Everything I ever used I have abused
All I live for is my heaven of high I`ll be there when the sun goes down
Withered Jimsonweed a night on bad speed This purple haze works in mysterious ways Wait another day to wash my sins away In another time, in another place
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