you're a long way from heaven and your headed the wrong way but i'm in no

hurry and your invited to stay soak yourself in sacred oils some things we

do we don't have to say and talk of the good life is the last thing on our

minds. i'm trippin' out again gotta give up the ghost again. and we talk

of bad thing and we drink to bad dreams cause the cars are already crashed

flown off the bridge like bats star gazing out broken windows become part of

a ditch turn into angelic dust fly away like a witch. i'm trippin' out

again gotta give up the ghost again. now the hours are slipping by into

another day time to hide from the outside the fires outside aren't going

away let the flames shoot as high as i'm feeling today and nothing can put

me out it's already been tried.