Holy man tiptoed his way across the Ganges. The sound of magic music in his ears. Videod by a bus load of tourists. Shiny shellsuits on and drinking lemonade. Now I got a funny feeling which I bought mail order. From a man in a teepee in California. Said he once was that great game show performer. Then he blew all his money away. Blew it all away. So take me home. Don't leave me alone. I'm not that good. But I'm not that bad. No psycho killer. Hooligan guerilla. I dream to riot. Oh you should try it. R.E. parole get gold card soul. My joy of life is on a roll. And we'll all be the same in the end. Then you're on your own (2). Well we all go happy day glow in the discos. The sound of magic music in our brains. someone stumbles to the bathroom with the horrors. Says Lord give me time for I've jumped into space. I'm in outer space. So take me home. Don't leave me alone. I'm not that good. But I'm not that bad. No psycho killer. Hooligan guerilla. I dream to riot. Oh you should try it. R.E. parole get gold card soul. My joy of life is on a roll. And we'll all be the same in the end.