Blowing up Your Mind (Remastered)

Hey acid-head, what's goin' on?
It's Saturday night - you'll be up till dawn
So put on your make-up babe, and shave those legs
Are you wearing your silk stockings tonight? How about a hat?

What's that white stuff sticking under your nose?
Is it powder or is it pure coke?
What's the matter, you look so confused
I suppose it's all part of the drugs you use
Your lipstick shines, it's red like blood
I can see paranoia creeping up your butt
You dance all night in your lowcut dress
Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Hey acid-head, what's in your purse?
You got so many pills, you could be a nurse
And you drink too much, you act like a pig
If I did all that, I'd be feeling real sick

But the night is young and you're flying high
You dance with the devil, not afraid to die
You never say no when given a gram
White stuff, sniff it up, you don't give a damn
You're all screwed up, but you say that you're fine
Speed, coke and heroin are blowin' your mind
You dance all night in your lowcut dress
Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Hey acid-head, what's goin' on?
It's Saturday night - you'll be up till dawn
So put on your make-up babe, and shave those legs
Are you wearing your silk stockings tonight? How about a hat?

But the night is young and you're flying high
You dance with the devil, not afraid to die
You never say no when given a gram
White stuff, sniff it up, you don't give a damn
You're all screwed up, but you say that you're fine
Speed, coke and heroin are blowin' your mind
You dance all night in your lowcut dress
Your brain is buzzin' you're such a mess

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Yes, you're blowing up your mind

Blowing up your mind
Blowing up your mind
Mind, mind, mind



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Writer(s): Lodewijk P Camberlin
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