I'm all mixed up
all just shook up
so crazy stoned I don't know
where I'm going
Playing games with people
just swinging the chain
so all gone crazy I don't
know what I am doing.
Half promises and daydreams
mixing up my words
have hopes and strange scenes
floating round my world
Got psychedelic shoes
and a California bed
Got whole see through windows
and a Lebanese chick
Got a Benzedrine hangover
and strawberry posters on my wall
got tazzies on my hands
and I can't get nothing done at all.
So where am I going
what do I do
Been on the straight and narrow for a six month
been on the straight and narrow for a year
been straight for oh so long
but still got the symptoms living right here.
January 1991. Sturry, Canterbury.
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