paroles de chanson Psych Blues - The Perfect Trip

I got the psychedelic
A blues cause I gotta
A witch is on my mind

She slips into my vase, my vase
My eyes are fractals and polka dots

Tip toeing through the bloom of spring well
I'm going down
Psych blues make me hit the ground

Crash and bashing in my brain and
Believe me in the
I got the psychedelic
Blues

Spot those legs on my bed
A give me something to ease my hand
Like a chamber of serious silence and confusion
Of perpetual science

Cause I'm going down
Psych blues make me hit the ground

Spell bound, how blue you seem
When you look at me, honey pie
Grow yellow flowers in your
Hair upon in tempting me
Gently water them so they will grow

This is trippy, dippy lacing
I got me in a sadist
Psychomental haziness

But what we do in the dark
I think I'll leave this scene
And get out of this
Park

But all of this came from a psychedelic blues
The lesson is do not get trippy now
When you're feeling bad
It's gonna get slippery

Paranoia will still get sticky now
Cause I got the psychedelic blues
It will bring you down