I got friends in the lowest places
And all the way to deep reach of outer spaces
It's okay to take off your seatbelt and helmet now
We just landed on a full moon trippin' face
Trippin' on a daydream in a field of mushrooms
Let's get weird as f**
A hundred people in your living room
Plus a soundtrack of five bottles and three blunts
Yeah…now you're partyin' with real sky touchers
Three chemicals plus a lyrical situation in your brain
Do the math — wizard mode, baby
Too much to contain? If so, well then I'll take you back to step one
Here: have a sip of my hot whiskey, son
We're gettin' trippy. Let's rip it
Let's flip it and dip it
In the back of your brain. Minute by minute
Hour by hour. It's sweet then sour
It's a good vibration, can you feel the power?
Touch it…
Don't you wanna reach out and touch faith with a motherf**er?
Johnny Tra$h, your own personal Je$u$
One of those nights — beat the Devil's drum
Drank the reddest rum in a cup
And I think we ended up a little f**ed up
Ended up on the ceiling with all of my clothes on
Bad motherf**er
Astronomical phenomenon
It's Jesus that's apparently free
It's just everything else that costs so much money
A psychedelic church that I can get into —
I wonder if they ever check in the rearview
‘cause my credit is f**ed
And I f**ed with a Ouija board back in the cut
I'm down with the sickness
Oh, you wanna do some business?
Let me take you prisoner
Can I get a witness?
It's the Electric Cowboy
Coming straight in your dome, into your home…Johnny Tra$h
I'm so trashy