Crome Zebrahead

(Chrome revolution)
(Microphone pollution)
(Satellite days with a textbook solution)
(Get back, slide off the track)
(Like a lyric in a haystack)
(Drunk off of crack)
(Got my feet high)
(Never figured out where the dogs lie)
(Didn't mean to pry)
(But the door was open)
(Lucy in the sky)
(With her red hair tokin')
(Do what you like)
(Do what you like)
(Do what you like)

Nothing lasts forever
So get on it before you think twice
So you think your clever
But everything worth while has got a price

(Money proof armor)
(Makes my mind calmer)
(Honey fully stacked in the back of the bomber)
(Comin' out playin' on the backboard, say)
(Like a deadweight scratch in the middle of the day)
(Its a recline, not another decline)
(It's the days and the nights in the back of your mind)
(With a head change, everything is strange)
(But I'd rather be a smokestack out on the range)
(Do what you like)
(Do what you like)
(Do what you like)