Swampedelic Pop

Swampadelic Pop!
The hypodermic beets
Will suck the leeches off your feet
And leave you dry
And time we’ll tell in RPM
Yeah yeah
It’s all the same
When you got a name
In the Psychedelic Swamp
It’s a dream
When liars tell the truth
It’s the opposite of talking
That’s the distance that is blocking off the sound
So come a little closer now
Yeah yeah
It’s all the same
When you got a name
In the Psychedelic Swamp
It’s a dream
Yeah!
Get your body off the tracks and leave your
I plead you, I’ll come home!
I know, I’ve grown!
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living in the Psychedelic Swamp
Living is a psychedelic swamp
Dying isn’t sticking in the mud
In the Psychedelic Swamp
It’s a dream