Everybody was scratching but nobody saw Nothing was out of place except the floor Somebody stopped and said arrest that door For nobody could tell We were growers of mushroom
My life was a beetle which ran down the wall Stopping to scream at the hand in the hall The daylight came in and shook hands With us all For nobody could tell We were growers of mushroom
Laughing and screaming and Clawing and cursing Fighting my way through this unplanned dream I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling Beyond the seams of this terrible dream
