The Great Migration: Psycho Smoothie

Psycho Smoothie

Out from the wreckage and the fire, decked in tourist attire
We come to see the wonder but they card us at the door
Bound in tropical huts, being bled by short cuts
I was clipped turning the corner
I can’t remember anymore

With yesterday’s clothes and a dead black rose
Too weary to keep pacing, without a clue what is in store…
Gas station sushi sickness and a pile of dirty dishes
Long hours in the bathroom
Staring at the tile floor

I got a room full of bad ideas
I got a mouth full of broken mirrors
Reflecting all the suckers at my door
Come put your memories in a blender
Watch them settle with chaotic splendor
And you won’t worry about the future anymore

The mayor’s sporting green shades for the leper’s day parade
Tin soldiers vomit coupons while the perverts bribe for more
With wads of monopoly cash and a free wrestler’s rash
The craze is getting crazy
Isabella wants her war…

Propaganda, propaganda – picky as a dying panda
Pessimistic or just lazy, ranting in the clothing store
All these visions in your head – up on the walls, under the bed
Fill your little padded room
With its heavy padded door…

I got a room full of bad ideas
I got a mouth full of broken mirrors
Reflecting all the suckers at my door
Come put your memories in a blender
Watch them settle with chaotic splendor
And you won’t worry about the future, anymore
No you won’t worry about the future anymore
No you won’t worry about the future anymore

(X2)
Come inside
Take a ride
Yeah, you know that you can’t resist
Come inside
Take a ride
And you’ll never want to get off of this

Come blend yourself
A psycho smoothie
And mix it up to your own design
Yeah, make yourself
A psycho smoothie
And let me have a little taste of your mind
Feel the freeze, feel the freeze
Hey, hold up – what were we just talking about?
Feel the freeze, feel the freeze
Hey, hold up – what were we just talking about?
Hey, hold up – what were we just talking about?

(X3)
Come inside
Take a ride
Yeah, you know that you can’t resist
Come inside
Take a ride
And you’ll never want to get off of this

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I got a room full of bad ideas
I got a mouth full of broken mirrors
Reflecting all the suckers at my door
Come put your memories in a blender
Watch them settle with chaotic splendor
And you won’t worry about the future, anymore