| Techni-coloured visions! |
| Music by J. Crockett. Words by J. Slovak and J. Crockett. |
| Sitting all alone, on the corner of my bed, My minds screwed up, and I got gum on my head, I itch my nuts, and then my mum walks in the room, I need more drugs, cos I'm dancing with a broom. (Chorus) Technicoloured Visions messin' with my mind, My room has a poster from '69, Rollin' a joint, Pencil has a point, Carpet on the floor, Handles on the door. I take out my teddy-bear, from under my butt, I pull out my knife, but my fingers I don't cut, I wish I was a pig so I could play in the mud, Oh why the hell, am I so very screwed up? Chorus... I've seen more bannanas than a really old guy, Come get our album, that you can buy, It will cost less than a $2 hooker, But get in quick or it'll be sold out. |
| Note from The Middle Finger: This is some of the amazing thoughts that we think would go through a drugies head. |