The psychedelic warlords (disappear in smoke)

(Brock) (We're the psychedelic warlords Playing spaced out rock and roll Hang on to your heads now Because we were born to go) We're sick of politicians harassment and laws All we do is get screwed up By other people's flaws You think you know the answers But we don't tell no lies We can take you any way Through seven different highs The world's turned upside down now There's nothing else to do Except live in concrete jungles That just block up the view We're the psychedelic warlords And that ain't no joke Travel with us to lands far out And just disappear in smoke