Nine to Five - Illinformed, Leaf Dog, Eric the Red

Dust to ecstasy I take an 8th for me

Dust to ecstasy I take an 8th for me

(Leaf Dog)

Find me in the middle of the market

Trying to buy a guitar kit

Acting retarded, hid

From the personality I’m getting rid

Brain dragged through a sieve

Rolling up with a bib

It is what it is

The Leaf is a myth

Say my name 3 times and I’ll appear in the mist

Take the risk

I’ve got a handful of pills

Take your pick

Make a drug addict quit

Wanna go and take a trip

Brothers of the Stone

Good for your soul like Ginseng

Thowing stars at the wall just to hear ping ping

We bring nothing but the edge of insanity

The picture that we’re painting

Could fill up a whole gallery

Naturally

You rep for the rejects and defects

What my third eye detects

You won’t see next

BOOM BAP

Sniff that attack

All my goons in the back

Where the fuck are you at

(Eric the Red)

This is for the meddlers

Nine to five revellers

Acid casualties

Junkies and drug peddlers (x2)

(Eric the Red)

Your disgusted by the taste like munching Fly Agarics

Having acid flashbacks like a spastic

I’ve completely lost it

I’m losing my mind

Confused on the shrooms as I watch behind

At the filthy swine

See me swimming in the slime

No perception of time

The reflection of my mind gone

Smoking changa in a bong

Going insane like that last trip took too long

What the fuck were we talking about

Man I’ve forgotten

I lost my mind in a cloud of Oxycontin

Look at my rotten and dirty used plimsoles

With nuff holes

Watch me smashing squat windows

Where’s your high been

We’re taking tabs of psilocybin

Visions bigger than a hit on a pipe dream

Don’t test my team

R.L.D.

regime

Bomb blasting off like a hit from a ray beam

This is for the meddlers

Nine to five revellers

Acid casualties

Junkies and drug peddlers (x2)