| 'See, I think drugs have done some *good* things for us, I really do. | |
| And if you don't believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a | |
| favor：Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all | |
| your cd's and burn em'. Cause you konw what? The musicians who've made | |
| all that great music that's enhanced your lives throughout the years... | |
| RRRRRRRRRRRRReal fuckin high on drugs.' | |
| ,Bill Hicks 'another dead hero'-- | |
| Dreaming of that face again. | |
| It's bright and blue and shimmering. | |
| Grinning wide | |
| And comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes. | |
| On my back and tumbling | |
| Down that hole and back again | |
| Rising up | |
| And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. | |
| In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... | |
| A child's rhyme stuck in my head. | |
| It said that life is but a dream. | |
| I've spent so many years in question | |
| to find I've known this all along. | |
| 'So good to see you. | |
| I've missed you so much. | |
| So glad it's over. | |
| I've missed you so much | |
| Came out to watch you play. | |
| Why are you running?' | |
| Shroud-ing all the ground around me | |
| Is this holy crow above me. | |
| Black as holes within a memory | |
| And blue as our new second sun. | |
| I stick my hand into his shadow | |
| To pull the pieces from the sand. | |
| Which I attempt to reassemble | |
| To see just who I might have been. | |
| I do not recognize the vessel, | |
| But the eyes seem so familiar. | |
| Like phosphorescent desert buttons | |
| Singing one familiar song... | |
| 'So good to see you. | |
| I've missed you so much. | |
| So glad it's over. | |
| I've missed you so much. | |
| Came out to watch you play. | |
| Why are you running away?' | |
| Prying open my third eye. | |
| So good to see you once again. | |
| I thought that you were hiding. | |
| And you thought that I had run away. | |
| Chasing the tail of dogma. | |
| I opened my eye and there we were. | |
| So good to see you once again | |
| I thought that you were hiding from me. | |
| And you thought that I had run away. | |
| Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. | |
| Prying open my third eye |
| ' See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do. | |
| And if you don' t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a | |
| favor: Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all | |
| your cd' s and burn em'. Cause you konw what? The musicians who' ve made | |
| all that great music that' s enhanced your lives throughout the years... | |
| RRRRRRRRRRRRReal fuckin high on drugs.' | |
| , Bill Hicks ' another dead hero' | |
| Dreaming of that face again. | |
| It' s bright and blue and shimmering. | |
| Grinning wide | |
| And comforting me with it' s three warm and wild eyes. | |
| On my back and tumbling | |
| Down that hole and back again | |
| Rising up | |
| And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. | |
| In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... | |
| A child' s rhyme stuck in my head. | |
| It said that life is but a dream. | |
| I' ve spent so many years in question | |
| to find I' ve known this all along. | |
| ' So good to see you. | |
| I' ve missed you so much. | |
| So glad it' s over. | |
| I' ve missed you so much | |
| Came out to watch you play. | |
| Why are you running?' | |
| Shrouding all the ground around me | |
| Is this holy crow above me. | |
| Black as holes within a memory | |
| And blue as our new second sun. | |
| I stick my hand into his shadow | |
| To pull the pieces from the sand. | |
| Which I attempt to reassemble | |
| To see just who I might have been. | |
| I do not recognize the vessel, | |
| But the eyes seem so familiar. | |
| Like phosphorescent desert buttons | |
| Singing one familiar song... | |
| ' So good to see you. | |
| I' ve missed you so much. | |
| So glad it' s over. | |
| I' ve missed you so much. | |
| Came out to watch you play. | |
| Why are you running away?' | |
| Prying open my third eye. | |
| So good to see you once again. | |
| I thought that you were hiding. | |
| And you thought that I had run away. | |
| Chasing the tail of dogma. | |
| I opened my eye and there we were. | |
| So good to see you once again | |
| I thought that you were hiding from me. | |
| And you thought that I had run away. | |
| Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. | |
| Prying open my third eye |
| ' See, I think drugs have done some good things for us, I really do. | |
| And if you don' t believe drugs have done good things for us, do me a | |
| favor: Go home tonight and take all your albums, all your tapes, and all | |
| your cd' s and burn em'. Cause you konw what? The musicians who' ve made | |
| all that great music that' s enhanced your lives throughout the years... | |
| RRRRRRRRRRRRReal fuckin high on drugs.' | |
| , Bill Hicks ' another dead hero' | |
| Dreaming of that face again. | |
| It' s bright and blue and shimmering. | |
| Grinning wide | |
| And comforting me with it' s three warm and wild eyes. | |
| On my back and tumbling | |
| Down that hole and back again | |
| Rising up | |
| And wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye. | |
| In... Out... In... Out... In... Out... | |
| A child' s rhyme stuck in my head. | |
| It said that life is but a dream. | |
| I' ve spent so many years in question | |
| to find I' ve known this all along. | |
| ' So good to see you. | |
| I' ve missed you so much. | |
| So glad it' s over. | |
| I' ve missed you so much | |
| Came out to watch you play. | |
| Why are you running?' | |
| Shrouding all the ground around me | |
| Is this holy crow above me. | |
| Black as holes within a memory | |
| And blue as our new second sun. | |
| I stick my hand into his shadow | |
| To pull the pieces from the sand. | |
| Which I attempt to reassemble | |
| To see just who I might have been. | |
| I do not recognize the vessel, | |
| But the eyes seem so familiar. | |
| Like phosphorescent desert buttons | |
| Singing one familiar song... | |
| ' So good to see you. | |
| I' ve missed you so much. | |
| So glad it' s over. | |
| I' ve missed you so much. | |
| Came out to watch you play. | |
| Why are you running away?' | |
| Prying open my third eye. | |
| So good to see you once again. | |
| I thought that you were hiding. | |
| And you thought that I had run away. | |
| Chasing the tail of dogma. | |
| I opened my eye and there we were. | |
| So good to see you once again | |
| I thought that you were hiding from me. | |
| And you thought that I had run away. | |
| Chasing a trail of smoke and reason. | |
| Prying open my third eye |
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