you’re a long way from heaven and your headed the wrong way but i’m in nohurry and your invited to stay soak yourself in sacred oils some things wedo we don’t have to say and talk of the good life is the last thing on ourminds. i’m trippin’ out again gotta give up the ghost again. and we talkof bad thing and we drink to bad dreams cause the cars are already crashedflown off the bridge like bats star gazing out broken windows become part ofa ditch turn into angelic dust fly away like a witch. i’m trippin’ outagain gotta give up the ghost again. now the hours are slipping by intoanother day time to hide from the outside the fires outside aren’t goingaway let the flames shoot as high as i’m feeling today and nothing can putme out it’s already been tried.