Powder Junkie Songtext
von Jealous of the Birds

And you're so fresh with your pale dark bliss,
those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips.
Walked right out of an acid trip,
got a corkscrew mind
and the sweetest grip.


Take me to the gig where the music's loud
and you can feel the electricity in the crowd.
Oriental lillies blooming in my head,
with all the little nothings that I could have said.

Powder junkie, spider monkey, swim in the sea,
crushed like a grape under possibility.
You're so fresh with your pale dark bliss,
those blackjack eyes and tambourine hips.