Boots upon the floorboards
Feet inside the boots
Body up above them staring at its roots
Psilo for the body, sybin for the head
Suzie's gone to get me some jam and toasted bread
That's what I said.
Jam upon your fingers, jam upon the floor,
Jam upon the doorknob jam upon the door
Jam upon your jacket, jam upon your jean
And please don't try to wipe us out
You don't know what it means
I was born and raised and preserved in a mushroom
Of a most peculiar breed
I fed my head on the flesh of the gods
and my body on a passing weed
so take my life if you will
I can do without it now
I fed my head on the flesh of the gods
That grow behind your sacred cow.