Oh you Pretty Things💄Don’t you know you’re driving your💋Mamas and Papas insane👠Let me make it plain💄You gotta make way for the Homo Superior💋

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down the West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins
The branches to the sky, oh, oh, oh

✨🍋 THERE’S LEMONS ON SALE AGAIN 🍋✨

I’m closer to the Golden Dawn…Immersed in Crowley’s uniform…Of imagery…I’m living in a silent film…Portraying Himmler’s sacred realm…Of dream reality…

Fill your heart with love today
Don't play the game of time
Things that happened in the past
Only happened in your Mind
Only in your Mind- Forget your Mind
And you'll be free-yea'...

Oh, hear this Robert Zimmerman
I wrote a song for you
About a strange young man called Dylan
With a voice like sand and glue

Walk out of her heart, walk out of her mind, oh not her…She’s so swishy in her satin and tat…In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat..Oh God, I could do better than that!

And my brother lays upon the rocks
He could be dead, he could be not, he could be you
He's chameleon, comedian, Corinthian and caricature
Shooting up pie in the sky
Bewlay brothers