There’s rolling hills and lakes freezing over in winter, winter, winter There’s another me fifty years older and struggling down a street There’s two more addicted to each other New ones coming out of their mothers Two more who make each other’s blood boil Dead ones rotting in the soil There is enough love to go around, around, around And there is enough hate to keep you aground, aground, aground There are pretty witches you wish you never met A man who finds it all too much to just forget You’ll find him in the twenty first century Forcing smiles for his fiddlers three Is everything a hallucination? Because sometimes everything feels like a hallucination There’s everyone tryna get their escape When the two sides of their brains begin to chafe There are times when everything is alright But sometimes all the wires get pulled too tight You’re an actor on the big screen You don’t know which to cut The red, blue, or the green There are talking snakes that whisper in your ear A machine that will swallow you If you get too near There’s cannibalism indirect and direct There’s the abject and there the elect Packed like sardines in their city that’s why They had to stack the buildings up to the sky Is everything a hallucination Because sometimes everything feels like a hallucination
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There’s rolling hills and lakes freezing over in winter, winter, winter
There’s another me fifty years older and struggling down a street
There’s two more addicted to each other
New ones coming out of their mothers
Two more who make each other’s blood boil
Dead ones rotting in the soil
There is enough love to go around, around, around
And there is enough hate to keep you aground, aground, aground
There are pretty witches you wish you never met
A man who finds it all too much to just forget
You’ll find him in the twenty first century
Forcing smiles for his fiddlers three
Is everything a hallucination?
Because sometimes everything feels like a hallucination
There’s everyone tryna get their escape
When the two sides of their brains begin to chafe
There are times when everything is alright
But sometimes all the wires get pulled too tight
You’re an actor on the big screen
You don’t know which to cut
The red, blue, or the green
There are talking snakes that whisper in your ear
A machine that will swallow you
If you get too near
There’s cannibalism indirect and direct
There’s the abject and there the elect
Packed like sardines in their city that’s why
They had to stack the buildings up to the sky
Is everything a hallucination
Because sometimes everything feels like a hallucination
another now BHP classic