Back at Eleusis, 600 BC People got religion, and it ain't no mystery Them little spores of ergot gave them eyes to see
And everyone got born again like Persephone
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Salem, Massachusetts got turned on its head When the baker made a batch of ergotized bread The whole town went insane; they wanted witches dead They blamed it on the devil, but it was the rye, instead
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Old Albert Hoffman, he didn't know Just how far a little LSD could go He put on his white coat and took a little nip And had the most amazing bicycle trip
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