While the rest of you are sleeping safe and sound   I'm on the run I'm on the wing   Climb the selling when the walls are falling apart   I'm the one to blame for everything      A substitute for God, a sacred muse   The hell with it, it's just a lame excuse   Everything I ever used I have abused      All I live for is my heaven of high   I'll be there when the sun goes down      Withered Jimsonweed a night on bad speed   This purple haze works in mysterious ways   Wait another day to wash my sins away   In another time, in another place