You can tuck it on the inside, you can throw it on the floor
You can wave it on the outside, like you never did before
You get the diplomatic treatment, you get the force fed future
You get the funk after death, you get the weisenheimer brainstorm
I'm in touch with your world, so don't you try to hide it
I'm in touch with your world, and nobody's going to buy it
It's such a lovely way to go it's such a lovely way to go
I've been lying on your feathers, you keep talking 'bout the weather
I'm a psilocybin pony, you're a flick fandango phoney
It's a sticky contradiction, it's a thing you call creation
Everything is science fiction, and I ought to know
I'm in touch with your world, so don't you try to hide it
I'm in touch with your world, and nobody's going to buy it
It's such a lovely way to go it's such a lovely way to go
Uh oh oh oh I'm in touch with your world
I'm in touch with your world, I'm in touch with your world
I'm in touch with your world
Note - the pattern seems to vary a bit - I wrote what I think they played, but I'd make