Multi-colored microbus
  Plowing over rugged terrain
  We're jacking the radio
  Passing the afternoon train
  Around the roses she showed us
  Hyacinths and sage
  Gold plated garden tools
  Sunlamps and it's all the rage
    Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out
  You never know what you will find
  When you go
    Out of the blackness
  Into the great big sky
  Supercollider
  Shooting inside your mind
    Gather round the gas tower
  Don't it kinda look like a bong
  I heard it backwards
  Hidden in a Pink Floyd song
  Stella Radiata
  It's got to set your mind at ease
  Spinning on the tire swing
  Flying like Tarzan through the trees
    And back to the bus when the sun goes down
  Try to aim it back into town
  We're riding
    Out of the blackness
  Into the great big sky
  Supercollider
  Shooting inside your mind
  And coriander grows along the banks where we go walking along at night
  Creeping slowly over the ground
  We tiptoe round the garden
  Trying not to tramp it down
    Stay low to the ground or they'll sniff you out
  You never know what you will find
  When you go
    Out of the blackness
  Into the great big sky
  Supercollider
  Shooting inside your mind