PhantasmThe Grit

Drink this potion, c'mon.

Is this town a mirage?
Is it littles zaps inside my mind?
Staring down the facade,
We hail the magic ride just in time.
Holding on handlebars
As the monkeys jump in time from vine to vine.
Are we on Moon or Mars?
Or did we discontinue our space-time?
I kissed the feet of a 40 foot woman
Dancing to the beat of tens of thousands of drums.
Another came to eat with her 40 inch bosoms
Fancying the bread of tens of thousands of crumbs.

My head would fly away if it could now, baby.
I reckon that we've never seen nothing quite like this.
It feels like just it's me and you in this sea of crazy.
Crazy called and said she put our names on the list (yes!).

Drink this potion, c'mon.

Is this town a mirage?
Is it littles zaps inside my mind?
Lost in sound: the montage.
Naked goblins fire guns loaded with shine.
Swallow down, trouble dodge.
Outerspacepod crashed down on a perfect line.
Dumbfound. Double garage.
Bent and bended, meant and mended metal bind.
I kissed the feet of a 40 foot woman
Dancing to the beat of tens of thousands of drums.
Another came to eat with her 40 inch bosoms
Fancying the bread of tens of thousands of crumbs.

My head would fly away if it could now, baby.
I reckon that we've never seen nothing quite like this.
It feels like it's just me and you in this sea of crazy.
Crazy called and said she put our names on the list (yes!).

We are the ones who see this, we see the beauty of it all.
We are the ones who feel this, we feel the passion of it all.
We are the ones who need this, we need the purpose of our call.
We are the ones who share this, we share the sadness of us all.
We are the ones who breathe this, we breathe the glory of it all.
We are the ones who praise this, we praise the triumph of us all.
We are the ones who feel this, we feel the beauty of it all.
We are the ones who burn this, we burn the beauty of it all.

Words and music by Jonny Sonic