Two bowls of jungle cactus on a sunny night
Bring to us conclusions about short-sighted dice
Melting guns of chocolate, we smoked somebody's name
Four floors to the left of you at the tip of the nowhere plains
A hand-grenade of sticks and ears, dog bowls for my cat
Garbage shoots in your old man's boots
Seven doorways for one flat
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
It's all we'll ever need
Seven tiers to a doorbell, eighteen-wheeler hose
If you drown your reason can you can what you know
Grain of sand forests exist under our feet
Parking lots for anteaters must cause so much grief
I met an awkward jail bird, he says he eats sticks and stones
The vacuum thinks that kids are rude and that man can't take a joke
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
It's all we'll ever need
This match is made in hell, I'm sick to death of screens
And all the zombie children are too damn bored to dream
Nightmares come in fours these days, amateurs still come in twos
The highway's built from lemongrass and opinions from the news
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me
My underwater kite, my underwater kite
Won't you come get high with me
It's all we'll ever need
So come and get drowned with me
At the bottom of the sea
In my paper submarine
We'll fly my underwater kite