A little spiky ball
The lost souls
Some f**in' bloody junkies
And them greedy spirit
In this sh**ty city
Yes, we have eaten Satan's fruit
In the hollow hand of God
We search for a good place
Datura, datura dream
Datura
Now we are the village clown
But they can't imagine
That our mind covers this world
Like a ozone layer
A f**in' mighty ozone, so filth
But they can't imagine that
Datura, who is this guy in white smock?
Datura, don't know if I dream or waking up
Datura, why they dress me with a straitjacket?
Datura, why da eat the Satan's fruit?
We have play in the evil's garden
We have seen the datura dream
And now we are immortal