Lyrics Stephen Lynch

Stephen Lynch

So This Is Outer Space?

So this is Outer Space

What a lovely place

I can't wait to tell the human race

Hello alien will you be my friend

Wait there's something I can't comprehend

It's not outer space at all

I'm just at the mall

Holy shit I'm freaking out y'all

Your on acids

Your on acids

Your on acids

Oh that's right lets go to the arcade

LCD will keep me sane

Help me reach a higher plane

According to the spiders in my brain

Hey there's a girl I now

I should say hello

But her face is melting

Got to go

I'm freaking out again

Where's that alien

I need him to tell me that this trip will end

Your on acids

Your on acids

Your on acids

All the colors pretty colors

I met the devil he was at a Cinnabon

With a monkey named Ramone

Oh there was dancing on a seven headed snake

Man this acid's way to strong

Acid's way to strong

In a psychedelic state

Watch my pupils dilate

Staring in this mirror

For three hours strait

My reflection starts to glow

And says man it's time to go

Hey reflection please don't

Harsh my mellow bro

Oh there's that alien

Sir we meet again

I've got a tab of window pain

For you my friend

Take to much

You'll peak to soon

What a crazy afternoon

Me and the navy and our

Tripping balls to the moon

Were on acids

Were on acids

Were on acids

Got so left for the devil and Ramone