Mushroom Punch

(альбом: Sunday In Heaven - 2022)

My baby lives in psychedelic
Down the street from Lizard Acres
He has my heart and tries to sell it
For a guitar and rolling papers

And I run, run, run and I choo-choo-choo
'Fore somebody else is your somebody new
I run, run, run and I choo-choo-choo
'Fore somebody else is making love to you

All this time, I've been waiting
Making tea for my baby
What is hot is growing cold
He don't appreciate it
And I'm aware that I'm crazy
But ain't that always how it goes?

And I drink too much and think too much, no self-control
I'm gonna mushroom-punch my way down the rabbit hole
And I drink too much and think too much, no self-control
I'm gonna mushroom-punch my way down the rabbit hole

He takes his naps in a dimension
Where I can't reach his full attention
And while he sleeps, I'm busy brewing
That mushroom tea, it's all I'm doing

And I run, run, run and I choo-choo-choo
'Fore somebody else is your somebody new
I run, run, run and I choo-choo-choo
'Fore somebody else is making love to you

All this time, I've been waiting
Making tea for my baby
What is hot is growing so cold
He don't appreciate it
And I'm aware that I'm crazy
But ain't that always how it goes?

And I choo-choo-choo
Down the—
Choo-choo-choo
Down the rabbit hole
Choo-choo-choo
Down the—
Choo-choo-choo
Down the rabbit hole
All the way down, all the way down the rabbit hole
All the way down, all the way down the rabbit hole

All this time, I've been waiting
Making tea for my baby
What is hot is growing cold
I knew, I knew he don't appreciate it
And I'm aware that I'm crazy
But ain't that always how it goes?

And I drink too much and think too much, no self-control
I'm gonna mushroom-punch my way down the rabbit hole
And I drink too much and think too much, no self-control
I'm gonna mushroom-punch my way down the rabbit hole

All the way down, all the way down the rabbit hole
All the way down, all the way down the rabbit hole