It happens on shuffle about two am
the mushrooms kick in and I’m back again
there are cartoon tug boats pulling cars up Elizabeth Street
and on the corner with Bourke we finally meet
you’re the she devil waiting on the stairway down
I see you and I want to run but 
there’s only water above ground

my next decision anchors me to your face and my fate
your forked tongue a serpent flickers like a snake
then you grab me by the arm and march me straight to the pit
where we romp and we stomp to a demonic beat
I look around for the band but they’re across the the street 
I squint and I lean over oh my god it’s Canned Heat
the boogie is like music no one has ever played before 
my head is grooving in a groove demanding more and more

the shots keep on coming the baskets of joints 
the buckets of mushrooms all make their point 
I’m driven I’m driving the boats make bow waves
sloshing against car doors wipers swishing at rain
there are clowns in the building with clown smiles on clown heads
their clownish white faces fill me with dread
then the road starts unwinding like a ribbon in the wind
I’m on it then I’m off it then I’m back on again

but the buildings have gone there’s just more water and waves 
the car wallows I flounder wondering will I be saved 
as the light in the sky gets wrapped like a present 
and the ribbon like road forms a bow for an instant 
before everything lurches the world tilts and I merge
with blackness then foliage because I miss the next curve

there’s a thumping on the roof by a man in a dressing gown
there’s blood on my face from my head running down
there are broken teeth in my mouth making me spit
but the fog in my head means I just sit and sit
I see a smoking red engine wrapped round an ethereal tree
which like the devil woman it seems was keen to meet me.