I'm walking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
 He said that I count candles waving faintly
 We're always laughing at him
 Because he was so un-attractive
 And so sadly hating things
 He saw there was no more
 Pleasant touch, and he sees
 I'm sadly smiling to his friends
 Whose enemies would always lend
 kind of mark a kiss to spark
 key to enter in the dark
 hidin' place a place to make a paradise to forsake
 All your cares no no stairway people
 And I dare you to scream, while in a dream

 I'm talking in the perfumed garden of Gulliver Smith
 He said that I was right and he was wrong
 To play upon a Chinese gong
 And as I look to my dismay
 The night-time faded into day
 Proclaim, sacrifice, killing all that was na-na-na-na-na-nice
 Turning round with insane cries