Smoke a ball of black nepal hash
Squeeze it between my fingers.
Sniff a line of cocaine...
To see the trouble I'm in..

One last song before I go...
What influence hits the right chords..
Never sober.. never drunk..
The stoned throw doesn't land far...

Shots of tequila down the hatch...
Sweet smoke over the tongue..
Inhaling the night..
The street lights...

The girls they all look so pretty...
A real delight..
In the warm night..
Music plays from the bars...

A parade of people pass by..
Dressed in animal skins...
Dancing to historic beats..
And rustic melodies..

A snake in their middle...
A fox, a deer and an eagle...
And dragons fly above them..
Exploring the road ahead..

A drunk man with a twinkle in his eye tells me..
"The old oak tree.. the old oak tree.....
and the devil that lives beneath...
cats rest on it's branches.."

I get up and need to get away...
The strange situation is grasping me...
Away from the drunk and dancing...
Lost in lust...

I stumble into the temple..
And drink the holy sacrament..
It starts twisting and turning...
My eyes and heart are burning...

Is this real or am I dreaming...
Who wrote the story I am in..
The roof of the temple breaks
And crashes down on me

The eyes of angels are glooming...
From dark caves...
From between the breaking clouds...
And the moon is asleep..

"Wake up moon...!! Wake up!!
Lift me up with your light...
Dear reflection of the sun..
Take me to rest in your arms.."

"Wake me from a feverish dream..".
Sweat breaks from my pores...
And I melt into the floor...
Into the cold granite...

I find myself...
...dancing in the parade..
The horned children are filled with ecstacy...
The snake is drunk and free...