Text: The Flaming Lips. Gingerale Afternoon (The Astrology Of A Saturday).

I've seen sunrise the size of my head
It freaks you up like ghouls from the dead
I feel like I'm ready to run thru your room
It's gonna be another gingerale afternoon

And I'm feelin' like
I'm leavin' much too soon

Got a pocket full of capsules and some chocolate ice cream
Both make me cool but one makes me dream
I feel like I'm ready to race through your room
It's gonna be another gingerale afternoon

And I'm feelin' like
I'm leavin' much too soon