And now you’re in the scene Within the inbetween Beyond the evergreen The words of many mystics lie Around your head, you see them fly away And some will say
And all the time, Ethel tripped a mean gloss, and Amidst the grime, Ethel slipped a mean toss, and Skipped right across
You loop the feedback chain Twelve signals in your brain Now logic’s down the drain The thoughts of many prophets lie Around your head, you see them fly away And some will say, hey
And all the time, Ethel tripped a mean gloss, and Amidst the grime, Ethel slipped a mean toss, and Skipped right a-
Crosshairs in your eyes will focus on the prize You transcend all space and time, and all that other slime And the voices in your head reflect what your ancestors said But they’re not dead...
And for a dime, Ethel whipped a green floss, and Another time, Ethel skipped right across
The vibratory rings That glossolalia brings Will show you several things The dreams of many thinkers lie Around your head, you watch them fly away And still they say, hey
And all the time, Ethel tripped a mean gloss, and Amidst the grime, Ethel slipped a mean toss, and For a dime, Ethel whipped a green floss, and Another time, Ethel skipped right across, and Whipped a green floss, and Slipped a mean toss, and Tripped a mean gloss.