Out of My Skull

Go away, please, I can't sleep And I'm bored out of my skull By all the white light leaking Through the crack beneath the door On my knees, broke Pulling weeds The inspiration gone Crowds pack below the flat Hold out for something more White light Poured out of my skull Five shots in '69 But they only got the car Birds flying over land sing "Paradise is dull" Had it made, could read his name Spelled out in yellow bulbs Stood still, took unchecked power To the right side of his skull Unchecked Power to the skull