Oxydental

Kilbey/Willson-Piper/Koppes/Powles
(Mushroom Music Publishing/Universal Music Publishing/Copyright Control)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Sept. 4, 2015]

Sixteen spirit voices in a menial mélange
A disembodied chorus in a bucket of flange
Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs
Occidental drone driving their legs

Somebody somewhere must have figured it out
Leaving it open for apostles of doubt
Banging on a tabla until the kingdom comes
Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs

Einstein sent a cruiser to another dimension
Strange little beasties on the surface tension
A plague of maharishis in a post-ecstatic haze
Is this the way you've been wasting your days

Somebody somewhere must have figured it out
Leaving it open for apostles of doubt
Banging on a tabla until the kingdom comes
Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs

Sixteen spirit voices in a menial mélange
A disembodied chorus in a bucket of flange
Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs
Occidental drone driving their legs
Occidental drone driving their legs

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Sixteen spirit voices in a menial mélange
A disembodied chorus in a bucket of flange
Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs
Occidental drone driving their legs
Occidental drone driving their legs
Occidental drone driving their legs

Somebody somewhere must have figured it out
Leaving it open for apostles of doubt
Banging on a tabla until the kingdom comes
Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs

Somebody somewhere must have figured it out
Leaving it open for apostles of doubt
Banging on a tabla until the kingdom comes
Feel it in my fingers and my thimbles and thumbs

Baby serpents dreaming at the bottom of their eggs
Occidental drone baby driving their legs
Einstein sent a cruiser to another dimension
Strange little beasties on the surface tension
A plague of maharishis in a post-ecstatic haze
Is this the way you've been wasting your days
Einstein sent a cruiser to another dimension
Strange little beasties on the surface tension
A plague of maharishis in a post-ecstatic haze
Is this the way you've been wasting your days