i feel your senses falling, i hear the weeds a' calling
i see the milk, it's spoiled today
i leave the old man roaming, the things i'm tired of owning
i smell the eggs, they're bad today
please turn a blind eye, i'm feeling quite shy, and i am eating apple pie
please turn a blind eye, i'm feeling quite shy, and i am getting very high
i see the car exploding, i hear the dumpster loading
soil and loam and mud and stuff today
i get caught out growing, sacred things worth knowing
i think that is enough, let's run away
please turn a blind eye, i'm feeling quite shy, and i am eating apple pie
please turn a blind eye, i'm feeling quite shy, and i am getting very high
richard - vocals, guitar
janie - vocals, clarient
lonnie - bass
marc - drums
ticia - vocals
written by richard