Epitaph For a Head

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

Ahh, 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 foot open

Ahh, yeah