We've been to a pub now we're in a club, my friend Terry's at the bar.  I've taken a pill, I'm feeling unchilled, it's not going well so far.  The music's too loud, I'm lost in the crowd, I've got demons in my beer.  Terry, I'm having a bad one.  Terry, I'm having a bad one.  Terry.  Terry's OK, he's coming my way.  He's shouting brilliant in my ear.  I can't find the words, they all seem absurd and I start to get the fear.  I try to explain then I lose it again, Terry's hugging everyone.  Terry, I'm having a bad one.  Terry, it's really full on.  Terry, I'm having a bad one.  Terry.  A shoal of people swim towards me  I think I'm lost for all eternity  I drift in psychedelic slow mo, I let my ego go.  Terry, I'm having a big one, oh won't you help me Terry  I was dying, I was crying now I'm flying and I'm lying on the ceiling  What a feeling, I'm still reeling.  Me and Terry are having such a good one.  Terry.  So strange it was the best night of my life.