Album: Last of the Big Game Hunters
Your search for truth was all in vain,
A rude cerebral hurricane
All you know is all you knew
Has been turned around
Upside down
Experimenting with your mind
Will only leave you flaccid; fragmented inside
And the things you think are so profound
Are upside down
Upside down
Youth is squandered climbing trees
And scraping skin off of our knees
But the one thing we learn
From falling down
Is that it's no disgrace
So won't you turn that frown
Upside down