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