Lyrics: Michael McClure/ Rare Angel Publishing Music: Ray Manzarek / International Aten Music (ASCAP)
There's a demon on the razor - sucking on the blade I meet him on the freeway and I hug him in the shade His white forktail is caught inside my nose And my black and blue eyes twitch spastic toes As I slither up the tap-dance hill And feel the crushing of imaginations glow Into the crudest things a man can know
There's a ring struck through my nose! A cord is laying on the mirror's shine! Put it through the ring and lead me round and down While I believe I'm high, I believe I'm high
Snuffle When I breathe. Writhe me in These clouds of shame. Again! Again! Again! And then I stop I am the animal I know I am
I flush away this powder with the shit. And I rise - an eagle-winged assassin, The murderer of custom and of habit I flush away this funny powder with the shit. I'm a breathing rose! An eagle-winged assassin (I'm a breathing rose!) The murderer of custom and of habit I stand free. I step free! This me!