Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ mankind Dead kings, many things I can’t define Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind Incense and peppermints, the color of time Who cares what games we choose? Little to win, but nothin’ to lose Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, girl Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, girl, yeah, yeah To divide the cockeyed world in two Throw your pride to one side, it’s the least you can do Beatniks and politics, nothin’ is new A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.