Kick - Ray Manzarek

There's a demon on the razor
Sucking on the blade
I meet him on the freeway
And I hug him in the shade
His white forktail
Is caught inside my nose
And my black and blue eyes
Twitch spastic toes
As I slither
Up the tap-dance hill
Up the tap-dance hill
And feel the crushing
Of imaginations glow
Into the crudest things
A man can know
There's a ring struck through my nose
A cord is laying on the mirror's shine
Put it through the ring
And lead me round and down
While I believe I'm high
I believe I'm high
Snuffle
When I breathe Writhe me in
These clouds of shame
Again Again Again
And then I stop
I am the animal I know I am
I flush away this powder with the sh*t
And I rise - an eagle-winged assassin
The murderer of custom and of habit
I flush away this funny powder with the sh*t
I'm a breathing rose
An eagle-winged assassin
(I'm a breathing rose )
The murderer of custom and of habit
I stand free
I step free
This me
I stand free