by Mike Fallon

Taste the moonshine, can you taste the moonshine,
Can you-I can help you
Sense the world in a different way,
With a little help from a little play;
Just kick-a back-a with-a couple of friends,
And prepare to stealth all of your loose ends,
Mm-shut the door and, dim the lights,
And allow your grind reach new heights,
A rag and some cheer is all I want,
Is all I need, 'cause I don't heed the warnings,
Of mice in the lab,
That they can't tell their life is fab,
The proctors, can't relate,
The ones that can, they heasitate,
To tell the rest,
So the'll keep the best,
Of the holy banjo cellulose rest.