In the sea of cyclone eyes
In the black wind of black flies
Circled all across the spread
Of those who came to greet us

It's easy, easy to roll
Get high, get high, get high low
Get high, get high, get high low
Get high, get high, get high low
Get high, get high, get high low

Everyone get on the bus
Hear the sound in the screaming mode
Won't you please hand me in hell?
Won't you please hand me in hell?

Get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high
Get high, get high, get high

You know I fell in callin'
I slept so long, long again

In the sea of cyclone eyes
In the black wind of black flies
Circled all across the spread
Of those who came to grieve

Everyone get on the bus
Hear the sound in the screaming mode
Won't you please hand me in hell?
To try something to let me go