Purple Kool-Aid

Wake up, I wipe the sleepers from my eye
Look up and see it's 2:35
Get up, I thought I'd sleep until ten to
Up in the cold and start the day with you
They call themselves the purple Kool-Aid cult
They lost their head and claim it's all my fault
I'm fed Kool-Aid intravenously
I must regain my own autonomy!

The purple Kool-Aid cult is back, I'm paranoid again
Would someone please appease all the stress of my

Sorry friend, there's no way I can stay
Wish I could explain the reason why
I'm being chased so please pardon my haste
Please appease the stress of my brown head

They turned their backs and I began to run
Looked back for a flash and I began to shout
I've got to find a passage out of here
I'm not too certain that the future's clear
And now I'm alone and to what type to wear
And then they set upon a skinny chair
They're gathering now around a sugar throne
It's red and round and speaks of miracles

The purple Kool-Aid cult is back, I'm paranoid again
Would someone please appease all the stress of my
He says he's going to be in your mouth
Weird ritual for you and I to mate
I see a door I see astray

I pick up a furious pace so I can get away
Don't smile a purple pleasure hangs the cape
Oh me, oh my, it was the great escape
The situation, it's still to me a bit of a scandal
Every time I see a purple smile within my underwear

The purple Kool-Aid cult is back, I'm paranoid again
Would someone please appease all the stress of my

Sorry friend there's no way I could stay
Wish I could explain the reason why
I'm being chased so please pardon my haste
Please appease the stress of my brown head

Four years and twenty days float on by
Carried out that silicone and taste is left behind
I'm going next door to celebrate I say
And I think that this Kool-Aid
Is the punch that got me drunk today

Next thing I know I'm standing on a chair
Whipping my arms around the friendly air
I preached the words around a year ago
I now surrender to the certain glow

The purple Kool-Aid cult is back, I'm paranoid again
Would someone please appease all the stress of my

Sorry friend there's no way I could stay
Wish I could explain the reason why
I'm being chased so please pardon my haste
Please appease the stress of my brown head

Four years and twenty days float on by
Carried out that silicone and taste is left behind
I'm going next door to celebrate I say
And I think that this Kool-Aid
Is the punch that got me drunk today

I'm being
I'm being chased by seven kids high on Kool-Aid
But then they're not crazy cause they're high on Kool-Aid
But then they're not crazy they're just high on Kool-Aid