Atmospheric Bizarre
the ditch is  waiting
it can’t be found on their  maps
the guitar tuners sing that pussy galore song
I can't find my  way back

In the mangles of hair
 just found me a bottle
you can run and be killed
I can't find my way back

bad times, worse times,
in a black-out room
air is thinning
I can't find my way back

special people soak up fire
the message I received is gone
from a moving van
I can't find my way back

recalling,
breaking,
aching,
crying,
making sure
for it is  a frolicking depression.
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
I can't find my way back
the ditch is  waiting
it can’t be found on their  maps
the guitar tuners sing that pussy galore song
If only I could find the Atmospheric Bizarre