Brother hold your head this way

And bustle to the front of the line

Coz if they catch your eyes before you get inside,

Well you'll never be allowed



People got a name for us

Coz we escape the strain of the days

Oh we stretch in the side and bend in the middle,

But we never ever break

But if you feel that way now

Or if you ever feel so inclined

Skip past the doors of boring forty-somethings and rise



Oh and if you wanna lose your frown

Or your name or even your face

Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath



Come and have a drink with us

A little wine or a nice champagne

Oh thanks sounds nice and I will decline

But at night things seem to change



People got a name for us 

Coz we escape the strain of the days

Coz we stretch in the sides and bend in them eyes but we never ever change



And if you feel that way now

Or if you ever feel so inclined

Well kick in the shins of all the fucking whingers and rise



Yeh and if you wanna lose your frown

Or your name or even your face

Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with whistling neon breath



Sid was at the gates of dawn

And Jimmy said ride the snake

So we bent our spoons and howled at the moon to find what science replaced

And it turns out it aint that much

Though I may have missed in in the haze

Oh it drips in your mind

And fills up your eyes

And you'll never be the same



But if you're ever coming down

Or if you ever take too much

Remember that's much better than never ever getting enough 



Oh so if you wanna lose your frown

Or your name or even your face

Lick up a dream that seemingly screams with rushing neon death alright



All your spirits gone, and you are barley alive.

You hand me a smoke, though it's like you hardly notice

And it's sad I suppose 

When I look into your eyes you say

It seems to go this way, no matter what's at stake,

Oh it seems to go this way with everything I start



Oh so if you feel that way now

Or if you ever feel so inclined

Skip past the doors of boring forty-somethings and rise

But if you want to lose your frown 

Or your name or even your face

Lick up a dream that seemingly sings with rushing neon death