[gargling gasoline]
choc full of magic
worries
thoughts
that weigh one down
like a pair of
leaden shoes
but when spirits are
high
on mega-octane fuel
with super-conductors spinning
out-of-control
& i'm
smoking
like its going out of style
a hippie walking down the street
looks at me &
tosses me a beer
' says
i look lonely
buddy,
you have no idea...