(Brock)
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(We're the psychedelic warlords
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Playing spaced out rock and roll
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Hang on to your heads now
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Because we were born to go)
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We're sick of politicians
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harassment and laws
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All we do is get screwed up
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By other people's flaws
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You think you know the answers
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But we don't tell no lies
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We can take you any way
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Through seven different highs
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The world's turned upside down now
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There's nothing else to do
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Except live in concrete jungles
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That just block up the view
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We're the psychedelic warlords
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And that ain't no joke
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Travel with us to lands far out
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And just disappear in smoke
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The Psychedelic Warlords (Disappear In Smoke)
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| Hawkwind |
