| New years eve we dropped mushrooms | 
| And danced around the house | 
| Making music with everything that we found | 
| Incantation replaced resolution and we | 
| Vowed to allow each perfection that we could be | 
| And the goddesses sent word that this would be a red letter year | 
| They didn’t mention how much shit was gonna change around here | 
| It’s just as well we weren’t swollen with unfocused dread | 
| We had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads | 
| Dancing in our heads | 
| First you go under and then you coming up gives you the bends | 
| And when you break the surface | 
| And all you see is your friends | 
| So you grab your purple crayon | 
| And flesh out the picture behind | 
| And finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line | 
| One unbroken line | 
| When you wake up sick as a dog | 
| With dull eyes and really bad hair | 
| Standing under a lit sign with the words «on air» | 
| And the water is rising | 
| It’s coming in everywhere | 
| Just remember you are there | 
| You are always, always there | 
| And representing the white race | 
| Is a man with a monkey for a face | 
| Is flying over in a helicopter | 
| Whistling dixie and playing dumb | 
| In a town that might put a gun to your throat | 
| Or rip the roof right off of your place | 
| There’s a mold crawling up the walls | 
| And falling asleep in your lungs | 
| And you and i both know how to drink so | 
| We will always have work in this town | 
| And besides the police are stationed at the bridge | 
| And they’re preventing passage to higher ground | 
| So let’s pull up a bar stool and get ourselves a ring side seat | 
| For one unnerving moment | 
| They’re gonna show the truth on tv |