Cubscouts are screaming,    needing icecreaming    and all for the pleasures of June      I'm in a parked car   Flowers seem friendly and people in hall ways feel walls      Now it's night time maybe we're crusing avoiding the anti-cruise   Oh I don't really know where we are       If things get real promise to take me somewhere else    by the time fear takes me over we will still be rolling and feeling oblivion      Once in a while the lie in a laughter can burn through a hole in my ears   like a man with glasses catching a sunbeam and burning the skin of a kid      Hypereal fragments disturbing the stagments of almighty fear    Well I'll just go underwater      If things get real promise to take me somewhere else   by the time fear takes me overwe will still be rolling and feeling oblivion      So don't leave me here on my own   So don't leave me here on my own      If things get real promise to take me somewhere else by the time fear takes me over we will still be rolling around and feeling oblivion