No More

Is there trouble in paradise? I'll have a glass of bucky with some ice And you try to talk it through But you've forgotten all the words that you once knew Anarchist community scene A place I'd like to go cause they are living the dream And west side and east side the compass is wrong I thought that when we boarded that we did not belong No more redeem, No more regret Oh you'll get that in the form of credit card debt And it was nice to have known you But I really gotta think things through Cause it's a psychedelic myth that you telling me You think it's all about the smiths just wait until your free Cause it's a psychedelic myth Cause it's a psychedelic myth The aura of a violent threat You can feel it around but you can't see it yet Are you holding me back or are you hanging me dry Is it an easy decision, just why, why, why Detest from it all Your mind is floating around like a tennis ball Ricocheting from wall to wall What happens when theres no more room Cause it's a psychedelic myth that you telling me You think it's all about the smiths just wait until your free Cause it's a psychedelic myth Cause it's a psychedelic myth Cause it's a psychedelic Cause it's a psychedelic myth Cause it's a psychedelic myth Cause it's a psychedelic myth