Artificial Confidence - Direct Hit!

Well I’ve been sitting in the back seat of this car for half an hour

And I’m wondering if any of this is real

Trouble is I ate a pound of psychedelic mushrooms,

And now I’m trying to decide if I should feel

Weird about the fact that both my friends who went and drove me

To the Burger King can tell that I’m fucked up?

Because their alligator faces leering at me from the front seat

Have that look of frightened deer-in-headlights locked

Hissing «Calm down that bitter taste’s the drug

And no you won’t drown on spit.

So cool it, swallow,

We’ll be downtown now in just a couple minutes

We don’t have to talk until you’re fine»

So now I’m sitting on the curb, amazed by traffic

All the cars have rockets bolted to their roofs and reptile men driving

Wonder if the lights that spin atop these ambulances always looked as cool as

they have been?

And no one can tell me «Calm down»

That bitter taste’s their stares

And no, you won’t drown on spit

So cool it, swallow, take a breath, sit tight for just a single minute

We can talk again when they get lost

Then we’ll sail as high as we wanna go

None of you can tell us no

Or tell us that we’ll fail

Cause we’re too far gone to care

And time goes way too slow

Let’s pick up the pace and go

Double-time this beat and wail

No one rests until we’re there

Well I guess we should worry a bit

Cause they’ll lock us up if we can’t learn to cool it

We’re having a party instead

Who cares if it’s only inside of our heads?

We’ve got mutants, and angels, and demons, and rockets, and killers

Obnoxious?

Fuck you man, I’ve got this

Let’s stay on this trip, tell the world it don’t know anything

Glad you’re here to hang out

So we’ll sail as high as we wanna go

None of you can tell us no

Or tell us that we’ll fail

Cause we’re too far gone to care

And time moves way too slow

Let’s pick up the pace and go

Double-time this beat and wail

No one rests until we’re there

In a place we won’t have to care

About what?

We don’t know in a world that tells you go

So have a pill, pull up a chair