Multi-colored microbus

Plowing over rugged terrain

We're jacking the radio

Passing the afternoon train

Around the roses she showed us

Hyacinths and sage

Gold plated garden tools

Sunlamps and it's all the rage



Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out

You never know what you will find

When you go



Out of the blackness

Into the great big sky

Supercollider

Shooting inside your mind



Gather round the gas tower

Don't it kinda look like a bong

I heard it backwards

Hidden in a Pink Floyd song

Stella Radiata

It's got to set your mind at ease

Spinning on the tire swing

Flying like Tarzan through the trees



And back to the bus when the sun goes down

Try to aim it back into town

We're riding



Out of the blackness

Into the great big sky

Supercollider

Shooting inside your mind

And coriander grows along the banks where we go walking along at night

Creeping slowly over the ground

We tiptoe round the garden

Trying not to tramp it down



Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out

You never know what you will find

When you go



Out of the blackness

Into the great big sky

Supercollider

Shooting inside your mind