N-Life

to the star north bay

qualuudic and drawn

we drive it all the way

until the edge of it comes

feel like a god today

made of muscle and bone

shooting light from my fingers

and the car sounds

we cross at low tide

to a magical land

where the air is a drug

that grows eyes on your hands

all the beautiful girls

smoking congo black

really like it here

don’t think i’ll ever go back

and the car sounds

now for the freak-town time

with all our true fans

they’re doing weird things

to get in good with the band

and the car sounds

in the n-life