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Well I keep on walking sideways up and down a hill Roll yourself a joint, give yourself a thrill Talking to a guru on the hotline Raise your hands and feets but speak an open mind Well I'm tied up and golden and moving on with speed The lips will read a warning but I've got no time to heed Doctor's warning, people crowding trying hard to see That flat metallic object in the crosshair over me Ahhh, it's a space god Well the psychedelic color's making thunder in my brain Chewing on my body and feeling half insane Ain't no time now for wishing and hoping When one eye's closed, the other's two feet open Ahhh From Letras Mania