Everybody was scratching but nobody saw
Nothing was out of place except the floor
Somebody stopped and said arrest that door
For nobody could tell
We were growers of mushroom

My life was a beetle which ran down the wall
Stopping to scream at the hand in the hall
The daylight came in and shook hands
With us all
For nobody could tell
We were growers of mushroom

Laughing and screaming and
Clawing and cursing
Fighting my way through this unplanned dream
I saw the light of a thousand stars twinkling
Beyond the seams of this terrible dream

Composição: Mick Halls / Peter French