Multi-colored microbus   Plowing over rugged terrain   We're jacking the radio   Passing the afternoon train   Around the roses she showed us   Hyacinths and sage   Gold plated garden tools   Sunlamps and it's all the rage      Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out   You never know what you will find   When you go      Out of the blackness   Into the great big sky   Supercollider   Shooting inside your mind      Gather round the gas tower   Don't it kinda look like a bong   I heard it backwards   Hidden in a Pink Floyd song   Stella Radiata   It's got to set your mind at ease   Spinning on the tire swing   Flying like Tarzan through the trees      And back to the bus when the sun goes down   Try to aim it back into town   We're riding      Out of the blackness   Into the great big sky   Supercollider   Shooting inside your mind   And coriander grows along the banks where we go walking along at night   Creeping slowly over the ground   We tiptoe round the garden   Trying not to tramp it down      Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out   You never know what you will find   When you go      Out of the blackness   Into the great big sky   Supercollider   Shooting inside your mind