A melody, it comes to me
Words I've never seen in my head
A soup of hieroglyphs runs through my veins
Forms green angel wings

now and then
my head's a spin
now and then
the nods come over you

Still crazy
Turn it up!
Still crazy

A magic carpet stitched with dice
For a psychic with grey mice
You're up and then your down
Death turns tricks out all night

now and then
my head's a spin
now and then
the nods come over you

Still crazy
Turn it up!
Still crazy

Give me something that is real
Give me just another pill

A melody, it comes to me
Words I've never seen in my head
A soup of hieroglyphs runs through my veins
Forms green angel wings

now and then
my head's a spin
now and then
the nods come over you

Still crazy

Turn it up!

Still racing