I walk through misty streets. And my feet don't touch the ground. Every metal riff seems to be a gentle sound. I enter inside the store. And the band begins to play. I look for Sgt. Pepper. But the only thing he says is. Have a dope day. A strike in your head. I walk through a misty sea. That always steals my shoes. And the dope day is the only one. That's not at all blue. So join us on this trip. And join my heart tonight. We hope you survive. With your face cold on a sigh. Have a dope day. A strike in your head. I'm on drugs you're on drugs. We're on drugs. And we're building a perfect world