He's gotta feel sweet inside

The spark hits

And his mouth is dry

It doesn't matter 'cause he's feeling high

But his eyes are streaming



Chorus



Spiral ride, nauseous tide

Brain fried, pupils wide

He's gotta have

He's gotta have

Psychofudge



All the words he speaks are lies

The spark hits

He's no longer shy

His forehead's frowning, but he says he's fine

Cause the nectar's dripping



Chorus



Just one more little line

A little edge

Helps him lose time

Nothing matters except the next high

But his nose is bleeding



Chorus