Finding yourself in the soles of your shoes
Don't blame me for LSD blues
Have your eyes crawl
Up the wall
Forget them
Cause they'll slip and fall
Inside your mind
You'll find the time
To eat the bodies of the talking limes
It's okay
You'll be gone soon
To swim with the gods on the talking moon

You're trying too hard (trying too hard)
Playing the wrong cards (playing the wrong cards)
I see you and you try to care
But it's impossible with that fake smile that you wear

All of your friends are inside your head
They control all the words that you've said
Without them
You're nothing at all
Just a white trash alien
Who ain't got any balls
You're worse than roger on american dad
Changing your persona the only fun you've ever had
So don't blame me for your LSD blues
That you keep finding in the soles of your shoes