I'm gonna clean up my mind
Of all my yesterday's thoughts
I'm gonna sell out my pockets
Of all the bad bargains I have bought
I'm gonna bathe in the neon river
Into the ocean of the world it flows
I'm gonna open up the doors
into the sun of straw -blighted skull
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
in a bag of discarded eyes
I'm gonna grab this distorted world,
and I cut it down to size
I'm gonna roll in the grass of knowing,
and pick a flower for my heart
I'm gonna poke a stick in
And I'll laugh when it falls apart
Well, tomorrow's destination
of a sharp contrasting nation
I'm gonna clean up my mind
Of all my yesterday's thoughts
I'm gonna sell out my pockets
Of all the bad bargains I have bought
I'm gonna bet that money on the river
Into the ocean of the world it flows
I'm gonna open up the doors
into the sun of strawbline gold
I'm gonna wrap up my troubles
in a bag of discarded ice
I'm gonna grab this distorted world
and I'm gonna cast it down to the side
I'm gonna roll in the grass of knowing
and pick a flower for my heart
I'm gonna poke a stick in
And I'll laugh when it falls apart