Each quick flash of thought in your head
Is a NASCAR sponsored by existential dread
The cokeheads are stoked, except when they're not high
The hippies aren't happy and the punks wanna die
You wanna make me cry but I don't wanna feel
You wanna help me out but I don't wanna heal
You can see my fucking bones 'cause I don't eat my meal
Baby I am Brian Jones, I just wanna keep it real so
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
That's right
I disassociate with half a gram of hash hits
Rip the meat off your bones with voyeuristic detachment
In your caverns of denial, where thoughts aren't even flash-lit
To the trailer park your ego crashed in, your whole head is ratchet
Superstar, just swimming in the pool
I'm underneath the water and I'm looking up at you
I can hear the angels calling and they say it's time to leave
I've got my own private cloud and none of y'all can bug me now
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
And every single band disappears into the crowd
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
Hey (Hey) you, get the fuck off my cloud
It's overpopulated, dirty and loud
And every single band disappears into the crowd