Lighten up my soul a little bit, the leeches upon me. I have given the last crust of my body to ferry with these lads across the cracked, wasted unknown of this land. Through a constant consumption of the holy fumes of lab alcohol did I come forth beneath these dazzling palm trees along this Sunset Strip to be rudely pummeled like a spike into this concrete terrain. Or maybe it was ecstasy with Jello Biafra and Flea. In a Mercedes limo, screaming along beneath stars, stellar stars.
Life is so strange, destination Unknown.
Remember those glass birds filled with red fluid who would rerpeatedly dip their stalks as if drinking when exposed to heat. I remember their nightsticks coming down again and again like that. So, I thought, nowadays cops have a web-browser in their car, and when they run your plates, they also search the web. And that's how they knew I was unknown and learned I was a psychedelics enthusiast and cult leader . So that's how.