Everything we have to do, is to get to the truth has to be sneaky It seems a shame to sneak to get to the truth To make the truth such an evil dirty ol' nasty thing You gotta sneak to get to the truth, the truth is condemned The truth is in the gas chamber The truth has been in your stockyards, your slaughterhouses The truth has been in your reservations Building your railroads Emptying your garbage The truth is in your ghettos, your jail, your young love Not your courts or your congress where the old seek judgement on the young What the Hell do the old know about the young Put a picture of ol' George on the dollar and tell ya he's your father worship him
Of death and hippie dreams Hoffman's medicines Your lingering acid tongue Keeps screaming unto me And I know it's a wild ride Surf the veils of coloured death When all the lights they call me home The truth I've known
This is a separate reality The strangest kind of tomorrow The face I wear is not my own Howling, like the wolves inside my head
Loving stabbing hands The carving knives of doom Macabre femme fatale Eyes of liquid smoke Born of flowers and rainbows A western cult of death Radio Aquarius transcending all to see
This is a separate reality The strangest kind of tomorrow The face I wear is not my own Howling, like the wolves inside my head
Every Day, every reality is a new reality Every new reality is a new horizon A brand new experience of living
I will taste my mind's hysteria I am tuning in and dropping out I touch the hands of true inertia I am the lost, I am to be found
This is a separate reality The strangest kind of tomorrow The face I wear, I don't belong Howling, like the wolves inside my head
Oh Charlie Darling What have you done
I got got a note last night from a friend of mine He writes in his note that he's afraid of what he might have to do to save his reality As I have saved mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
