He's gotta feel sweet inside The spark hits And his mouth is dry It doesn't matter 'cause he's feeling high But his eyes are streaming Chorus Spiral ride, nauseous tide Brain fried, pupils wide He's gotta have He's gotta have Psychofudge All the words he speaks are lies The spark hits He's no longer shy His forehead's frowning, but he says he's fine Cause the nectar's dripping Chorus Just one more little line A little edge Helps him lose time Nothing matters except the next high But his nose is bleeding Chorus