(Down-tuned riff crawling out of the speakers like molten tar.)

[Verse 1]
Black Sabbath sunrise through a bongwater dawn,
Sleeping in the dirt with our leather jackets on,
A half-burned joint in the ashtray shrine,
And a tab on the tongue tasting bitter like time.

We rolled through Arizona in a coughing van,
Wizard smoke swirling from a trembling hand,
Dashboard glowing radioactive green,
Like the engine itself was alive and obscene.

Urethra.

The road bent sideways under chemical skies,
Mountains breathing slowly with reptilian eyes,
Every cactus looked like an ancient priest,
Every truck stop prophet had a sermon for beasts.

[Chorus]
Smoke thick, riffs slow, let the whole world drown,
Amplifiers buzzing like gods underground,
Pot smoke halos in the desert ether,
Fuzzed-out disciples screaming
Urethra.

Acid in the bloodstream, stars in the teeth,
Laughing at the devil underneath the sheets,
Fire in the bowl and doom in the speaker,
Chrome desert freaks cry
Urethra.


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[Verse 2]
Tommy hit the blunt till his eyes went gold,
Started saying satellites were controlled by mold,
Jenny dropped acid at a gas station sink,
Then stared at a Slim Jim for an hour straight blinking.

The ceiling fan turned into a cosmic wheel,
Every tiny sound suddenly felt too real,
Ice machine humming like a Buddhist chant,
Motel Bible glowing neon and malignant.

Urethra.

We walked outside barefoot into midnight heat,
The asphalt pulsing underneath our feet,
And the moon hung low like a bloodshot eye,
Watching us dissolve into the desert night.

[Bridge – psychedelic collapse]
Smoke another bowl.
Melt another brain.
Watch the purple thunder crawl across the plain.

There’s a lizard made of static in the backseat grin,
There’s a galaxy trapped underneath my skin,
There’s a biker in the distance selling mescaline sneakers,
And he whispers through the feedback:

“Urethra…”

(massive wah-soaked solo)


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[Verse 3]
By 4 AM we forgot all our names,
Only speaking in riffs and lighter-flames,
Passing around a crooked glass pipe relic,
Like cavemen worshipping something psychedelic.

The desert wind smelled like gasoline trees,
And freedom and danger and burnt hash leaves,
Someone drew eyeballs all over the van,
Someone else claimed they could finally understand

The language of smoke.
The religion of speed.
The sacred geometry hidden in weed.

Urethra.

Then the cops rolled past real slow in the dark,
Flashlights drifting over every rusted part,
But they kept on driving like ghosts in a dream,
While we vanished deeper into the fuzz machine.


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[Final Chorus – huge and slow]
Smoke thick, riffs slow, let the whole world drown,
Amplifiers buzzing like gods underground,
Acid rivers flowing through the midnight ether,
Long-haired maniacs chanting
Urethra.

Light another joint for the doomed and lost,
For the desert saints and the psychic exhaust,
For every burnt soul and every amp speaker,
Children of distortion scream
Urethra.

Ride forever west through the chemical night,
Eyes red glowing in the dashboard light,
Pot smoke spirals growing deeper and deeper—
The highway eternal.
The riff infinite.
Urethra.

(feedback, coughing, distant maniacal laughter)