There must be more to this life

Then, what driving them astray

And there must be more for us to gather



Than a one damn thing of dead end diving



I know there must be some kind of other life

That that does it all, like butter does the knife

Not some half-forgotten mystic death

But break on through into your higher self

Into your higher self



Keep inside that avalanche of joy

That shining light of luminescent eyes, ahoy

Beacon to the suchness of all things

And oh yes the planet that makes fiery blaze



I know there must be some kind of other life

That does it all, like butter does the knife

Not some half-forgotten mystic death

But break on through into your higher self

Your higher self



One mania after mania

One phobia after phobia

One damn strife after a strife

Promise of the afterkife, afterkife



Drop the strife



And so the prince of wild phone tears

Turned to jewels all his years

Secrets out but used by none

So it flickered and was gone



I know there must be some kind of other life

That that does it all, like butter does the knife

And there must be more for us to gather

Than a one damn thing of dead end diving



Not some half-forgotten mystic death

But break on through into your higher self

Your higher self

Your higher self

Higher yeah

Break into, into your higher self