En betraktelse över droger med mycket svulstiga formuleringar. Den första versionen gjordes nog med samma musikbakgrund som Short wave radio. Senare fick texten egen musik ett antal gånger.
In the nation of lovely lovelessness
a girl dreams her creamy hollywood-dreams,
lazy dancing in the gloomy room.
I’m sorry to tell you, she flew to high.
Icy eyes and fishy bones,
bony ribcage and all alone.
She was under influence
of the power of the powder.
In the unballanced world of ballistic missiles,
politiscians polish. as in polish politics,
the dim disinformation
of their lying leader.
Lying loonies,
like the speedy snails of bureaucracy,
preaching poverty and minding the mind
and hanging themselves in their tiny ties.
On the yellow moon, that suddenly appeared,
coloured colonists effuse
the blue blood of albino aliens,
sniffing the white powder.