tongue stuck out, it's acid on a blotter,
colours fading, jumping every where
but it's sad, cause soon I will come down
I'm flying high enough I guess I can't complain

it makes me jumpy makes my nose run snotters
heroin will make me do the same
just the same, I love my acid now
I'm flying high enough I guess I can't complain

flyin about, way above the crowd now
I'm so strung out, makes my mum feel so proud

if she finds that crystal meth I've hid there
she will tell me I will die some time
I feel bad she's feared this from the start
I'd go down on my knees but it's no good to pine

tongue stuck out, it's acid on a blotter,
tongue stuck out, it's acid on a blotter,
tongue stuck out, it's acid on a blotter,
tongue stuck out, it's acid on a blotter,