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