Art No. 24 by Johnny Socko Lyrics

Small boy Andy Manson in whippet shoppe
Selling nitrous oxide for a living
Going out to his shop to seek out escape
Those whippits and the visions that they're bringing
We saw tie-dyes and incense as we went inside
Boy and that place is really way out
But every time we put those whippets in our lungs
They make us jump around like horny cub scouts

We're inhaling and we're whiffing up
Turning round and round
Sucking and we're sniffing
Turning upside down
Boppin' and a whoppin to the music we play
It's a chore to even talk
And all the time the sound is running in our heads
Going thwok thwok thwok......

These whippits feel really good inside our heads
They make us dance in circles and in squares
I forgot the way to spell my name last week
We got more nitrous so I just don't care