Johnny Socko - Art No. 24 lyrics

Small boy Andy Manson in whippet shoppe Selling nitrous oxide for a living Going out to his shop to seek out escape Those whippits and the visions that they're bringing We saw tie-dyes and incense as we went inside Boy and that place is really way out But every time we put those whippets in our lungs They make us jump around like horny cub scouts We're inhaling and we're whiffing up Turning round and round s**ing and we're sniffing Turning upside down Boppin' and a whoppin to the music we play It's a chore to even talk And all the time the sound is running in our heads Going thwok thwok thwok...... These whippits feel really good inside our heads They make us dance in circles and in squares I forgot the way to spell my name last week We got more nitrous so I just don't care