But his eyes are streaming
Chorus
Spiral ride, nauseous tide
Brain fried, pupils wide
He's gotta have
He's gotta have
Psychofudge
All the words he speaks are lies
The spark hits
He's no longer shy
His forehead's frowning, but he says he's fine
Cause the nectar's dripping
Chorus
Just one more little line
A little edge
Helps him lose time
Nothing matters except the next high
But his nose is bleeding
Chorus
