Monday, January 03, 1994

Hanging From Flory's Shoes 1994

We will all experiment
With different ways
To an out-of-it State
Mainly an escape
But really a mind rape

And at the mad gate,
We're in and standing
Having our silvery gown
Hoky drug boy clown

We might be feelin'
It's shifting though
And everything smacks of an LSD glow

We was all snaky climbin'
Through craters etching
Tunnels through the chambers
Of his heart