Psychofudge      He's gotta feel sweet inside    The spark hits    And his mouth is dry    It doesn't matter 'cause he's feeling high    But his eyes are streaming       Chorus       Spiral ride, nauseous tide    Brain fried, pupils wide    He's gotta have    He's gotta have    Psychofudge       All the words he speaks are lies    The spark hits    He's no longer shy    His forehead's frowning, but he says he's fine    Cause the nectar's dripping       Chorus       Just one more little line    A little edge    Helps him lose time    Nothing matters except the next high    But his nose is bleeding       Chorus