I bite my lip and watch the parade It's a long line from the stockade There's twenty-four spangled horsemen It's like there never was a better charade And on the top is the dubyaman He's sitting mighty pretty, feeling groovy He's never been called to the flush line He's all left feet but how does he do the boogie Mighty strange and vaguely deranged I'm fighting the rising bile In the wreck of my mind is the sorry starship Carried me over every jungle mile It's late in the evening and the hooter girls Are flashing in the corner of my screen As I jack into another download whirl Oh brother just where have I been Flying fingers tremulous and free free Tapping on the plastic menagerie Why does it always get so clear When the cricket song dies of morning fear Mighty strange and vaguely deranged I'm cruising the jet speed high And the blinkety blink of the magic line Is hypnotizing cauterizing and very alive In every song and every spin Is the pattern of the older lie All I do is watch the river flow The river flow the river flow Mighty strange and vaguely deranged I'm burning out it's very cool I'll have to do this again with the balls of light Get moody blue and play the fool