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Lyrics
The Doctor of Journalism: "There I was, roaming around in a drug frenzy of some kind. A natural street freak."
Raoul Duke: "Where'd you get this?"
Dr. Gonzo: "Never mind, it's absolutely pure."
The Doctor of Journalism: "Still humping the American dream."
On the corner of Water
I turned into a potter.
The grin attacked my face
And the reason got displaced.
So I floated to the ozone
Like a runaway balloon.
But I didn't lose my marbles as you probably assumed.
(Man, I was higher than the man on the moon.)
So the first thing I see
Is a heavy metal gallery,
A garden of wreckage,
And the sculptor on salary.
I ask for the artist
And an angel comes to be.
I stumble on my words
And she says "out with it fiend."
So I do.
She was a young foreign girl
With the hair in the curls,
Had a baby in the stroller,
But still I wanna roll her.
Yeah, up and smoke her
Just to have a taste
So I tell her what I'm thinking
And she tells me she's chaste.
Damn. What a waste.
Then I see a little doggy
And he knows my pain,
And he knows my number,
And he knows my name.
He says, "hey little buddy,
She used to be mine,
Just do it like a dog
And it'll blow her mind."
So I do.
CHORUS:
That's what happened in Highland.
I was so high, man.
You wouldn't believe this happened to me,
But it's the truth, you understand.
So then she kicked me out of there,
And I said a little prayer.
Said "please help me see
How can I just let her be
A bitch if she's gotta be,
Ex-lover of a dog?"
I think I need a drink,
The shelter of the fog,
And then some time to sleep her off.
So I see some paisanos
From the state of Jalisco.
And we party good and hearty
Like the end of disco.
They say "have some more tequila."
And I say "just watch me."
Then we all start crying like drunken mariachis.
We do.
CHORUS
I wanna go back to my Mexican world
And have another go at my metal art girl.
Where there are dogs that talk
About the marbles you've lost
And life is just a little more surreal.
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