(Jem Finer)
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The Shaman came a calling
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He was howling at the moon
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He offered me a vision
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On the end of a silver spoon
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He said he'd give me dreams
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That all were in his powers
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If only I would follow him
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The universe was ours
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Walked a thin white line to the coffin club
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Downstairs from the devils den
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Had a large double Jesus
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Chased down with a shot of Zen
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The last thing I remember
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Was lying in the tank
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And when I came around again
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Everything was blank
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Floating high above the world
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Out on the astral plane
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I'm bouncing like a pinball
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He's busy being born again
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I met God on Primrose Hill
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That's where he came to me
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He stepped out of his saucer
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I got down on my knees
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From his lips came just one word
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He left me all aglow
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I sat down and had a smoke
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And watched the flowers grow
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The bats are in the belfry
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And the bubbles in the bong
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The secret of the universe is hidden in this song
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The Shaman left a crawling
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As the dawn broke the gloom
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Talking in some other tongue
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And laughing like a loon
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The early morning sunlight
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Splashed colours on the wall
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And I don't know if it ever
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Really happened at all
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The bats are in the belfry
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And the bubbles in the bong
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The molecules inside my head
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Are chiming like a gong
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The bats are in the belfry
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And the bubbles in the bong
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The secret of the universe
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Is hidden in this song
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Smell Of Petroleum
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| The Pogues |
