Well i sit inside my house, inside my room, inside my head,
 And the tv's sayin' somethin' but i never notice what it says,
 ‘cause i’m drifting through a dream, it seems the witch doctor's stole the bed,
 And he’s painting a newborn baby’s face while we play the reds.

 And look at don quixote, pistol and a piano on his spread.
 And the sky lights growin’ vines, but this time the god, it’s never dead
 So the headlines read [bad word] home", you know they sent u.s. fed ex.
 And, man, these visions bloom inside my room, inside my head

 [bad word]  step on inside
 If you’re up for the ride,
 Cause your sight has grown old and gray,
 They all the follow the leader,
 While she was leading,
 And they never knew the way

 And never judge a book by its cover,
 And you don’t believe everything you’ve read
 Well, that’s too, too [bad word] to fool the new independent heads,
 They’re too busy reading this month’s magazine,
 To know what to do and what to say
 And, man, these vivid dreams aren’t all i see inside my head

 [bad word]  step on inside
 If you’re up for the ride,
 Cause your sight has grown old and gray,
 They all the follow the leader,
 While she was leading,
 And they never knew the way

 So, man, i leave that ladyfinger on the burner while you’re there
 Cause i’m sitting at the table, under the hail of this candle chandelier.
 Man, all our friends are floatin’, there’s no ladders over here
 And the lunar eclipse turn ‘round and flip, but gravity's the least of my fears.